"And you are miles from an inn or house of any kind," he went on. "Do you expect to stay here all night?"
"I'm—I'm not afraid," bravely shivered Beverly.
"It is most dangerous."
"I have a revolver," the weak little voice went on.
"Oho! What is it for?"
"To use in case of emergency."
"Such as repelling brigands who suddenly appear upon the scene?"
"Yes."
"May I ask why you did not use it this evening?"
"Because it is locked up in one of my bags—I don't know just which one—and Aunt Fanny has the key," confessed Beverly.