"You'd better get two--for I'm coming with you."
"Sorry, my girl--this is a man's job."
Dorothy turned and stared at him. "Well--of all the consummate nerve--" she began.
"Sorry, Dot--it just can't be. I've got no right to let you run the risk."
"Don't you dare to 'Dot' me again!" Miss Dixon was distinctly irritated. "And what's more, if you try to ditch me, I'll phone the police station and spill everything. They'll pick you up at Bedford and horn in, of course--and like as not, they'll gum it all."
"If you talk that way, I suppose I'll have to take you."
"Of course you will. Say, Bill, that was only a bluff, wasn't it?"
Bill smiled. "Perhaps. But it's a risky business."
"No worse than learning to fly, is it?"
"Fifty-fifty, I should say."