He stopped, then he went on quietly:
"I rather fancy that we're all going to be in danger—if we go on with this."
"If—?" cried Bundle indignantly.
"I'm talking to you two. It's different for me. I was poor old Ronny's pal." He looked at Bundle. "You've done your bit. You've delivered the message he sent me. No; for God's sake keep out of it, you and Loraine."
Bundle looked questioningly at the other girl. Her own mind was definitely made up, but she gave no indication of it just then. She had no wish to push Loraine Wade into a dangerous undertaking. But Loraine's small face was alight at once with indignation.
"You say that! Do you think for one minute I'd be contented to keep out of it—when they killed Gerry—my own dear Gerry, the best and dearest and kindest brother any girl ever had. The only person belonging to me I had in the whole world!"
Jimmy cleared his throat uncomfortably. Loraine, he thought, was wonderful; simply wonderful.
"Look here," he said awkwardly, "you mustn't say that. About being alone in the world—all that rot. You've got lots of friends—only too glad to do what they can. See what I mean?"
It is possible that Loraine did, for she suddenly blushed, and to cover her confusion began to talk nervously.
"That's settled," she said. "I'm going to help. Nobody's going to stop me."