“I’m going to stop with you, Jem.”
“And suppose you’re hurt; what am I to say to your mother? Why, she’d never forgive me.”
“Nor me either, Jem, if I were to go and hide, while you stood out here.”
“But it’s going to be real dangerous, Mas’ Don.”
“It will be just as dangerous for you, Jem. What should I say to your wife if you were hurt?”
“Don’t know, Mas’ Don,” said Jem sadly. “I don’t think she’d mind a deal.”
“You don’t mean it, Jem!” cried Don sharply. “Now, are you coming into shelter?”
“No,” said Jem, with a peculiarly hard, stern look in his face. “I’m going to fight.”
“Then I shall stay too, Jem.”
“Won’t you feel frightened, Mas’ Don?”