"There's no danger, honey girl!" he laughed.
She touched the big cavalry pistol in its holster, her lips still trembling.
"No—you're just galloping off on a picnic."
"That's all it will be—"
"Then you can take me with you."
Stuart's brow clouded.
"Well, no, not just that kind of a picnic."
"There may be a nasty fight and you know it."
"Nonsense."
"It may, too."