“I am just as badly frightened as you are,” declared Shirley. “I may not look it, but I am.”
“I don’t believe you are frightened at all,” said Mabel.
In spite of the seriousness of the situation and her declaration that she was badly frightened, Shirley was forced to smile at her friend’s words.
“Well, perhaps I’m not so awfully scared,” she confessed. “I’m anxious to see what is going to happen.”
“I know what is going to happen,” was the reply. “We are going to get hurt!”
Mabel broke down and began to cry.
Shirley took her chum gently in her arms, and stroked her hair.
“There, there!” she said. “Stop crying. No one is going to hurt us. You are just overwrought, that’s all.”
“I just know we are going to be shot—and—and killed,” sobbed Mabel.
“Nonsense,” said Shirley sharply. “Look up now and stop that crying. We are perfectly safe. Stop crying.”