Julia turned on Longacre. “Are you ready?” she said.
He stared. Then—“Not for this,” he answered briefly.
“Oh!” Her look again was diabolical. “Are you the man who wasn’t afraid this morning?”
“Did you accept the offer?”
“If I didn’t—” her red lips curled over her teeth—“I do now!”
“You’ll break your neck!”
“My neck!” She began laughing, as if that were something superlatively ridiculous. There was a contagion of recklessness in the sound of it. She leaned a little nearer and shook her head at him.
“My neck is worth at least two fences! And yours?”
“Oh, not that much!” It was an answering spirit.
“Then come!” she cried. “We’ll lead them!”