"I don't know—to get his revolver probably."
Jan bent over to see her face. A great listlessness was all he could read there.
"Would he shoot? Did he ever shoot anybody?"
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"Yes—two. But the police never found out. You'd better get out while there's time."
"And won't he shoot you?"
She raised her head to look at him. "No," she answered presently—"not just now. He will some day—that's sure. He promised me that more than once, and he means it; but I don't think he will to-night."
"Then, if ever he meant it, he will to-night," said Jan. "I don't want to get shot; and I'm going. You better come too." She shook her head. "Yes," He put an arm under her shoulder. "Come."
"No, no. I mustn't."