"Well, I don't—and I won't."
"You're not afraid of the trip?"
"I'm not that sort of coward, thank you," she retorted sharply.
"I'm going to arrange with the pilot, Vandervelt's his name, for him to look after you when you land and see you to some station."
"I'm not taking the least interest in all this."
"You'd better book right through to Rotterdam and go to our Consulate, and I'll look for you there."
"I'm not going, Jack."
"You'd rather be clapped into an internment camp?"
"I don't care for fifty internment camps. They can do what they please with me, but I won't be coward enough to desert you."
"You can tell everything at the Consulate and——"