"I expect that's going to make things pretty warm," he observed.
"Dangerous!" she supplemented.
"You'd advise flitting, then, ma'am?"
"Beyond all question. And—well, it's only because of the bracelet that I give you this warning."
"It's certainly kind of you—mighty kind."
Rosalind felt that the sword no longer dangled over her head by a single hair.
"You're a good, square pal to tip me off," he went on. "I guess you're dead right about it. The jig's up for us.
"Yes, ma'am. We'd better blow."
"We!"
"We'll be starting in a few minutes. It never pays to stick around after the last hand's played."