"All right, I'll go, too. But you're cold! You oughtn't cross the bay to-night. You ought to go right to bed."
"Oh, I'll be warm enough soon!"
They walked along for a while in silence, till she stopped him to ask, "Have you got a pistol with you, Dougal?"
"Yes, why?"
"Lend it to me, will you?"
"Not on your life! What do you want it for?"
"Never mind, I want it. Please, Dougal!"
"Not after that scrap I saw to-night. I don't want you in the papers to-morrow morning. You've had trouble enough without a shooting scrape. If anybody's going to shoot Cayley, let me do it!"
She sighed, and gave it up.
"Do you want to tell me what's the matter, Fancy?"