In the midst of the tumult Benito inquired for his wife, and Dave
relieved his anxiety by calling Dolores and Father O'Malley. Then,
in answer to the questions showered upon him, he swiftly sketched
the story of Alaire's rescue and their flight from La Feria.
When he had finished Blaze Jones drew a deep breath. "We're mighty
glad you got out safe, but you've kicked the legs from under one
of my pet ambitions. I sure had planned to nail Longorio's hide on
my barn door. Yes, and you've taken the bread out of the mouths of
the space writers and sob sisters from here to Hudson's Bay. Miz
Austin, your picture's in every newspaper in the country, and,
believe me, it's the worst atrocity of the war."
"War!" Father O'Malley had joined the group now, and he asked,
"Has war been declared?"
"Not yet, but we've got hopes." To Alaire Blaze explained:
"Ellsworth's in Washington, wavin' the Stars and Stripes and
singin' battle hymns, but I reckon the government figures that the
original of those newspaper pictures would be safe anywhere. Well,
we've got our own ideas in Jonesville, so some of us assembled
ourselves and declared war on our own hook.
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