"Sit there," he said, pointing to the corner opposite to Melchard's head; and, when she was seated, gave her back the pistol.
"If anything comes, cover it with that."
"But, Dick—," she faltered, "I know I'm silly, but I—I don't want to kill anybody. I'm afraid."
"P'r'aps they'll funk it. But I've an idea they're more afraid of him—if they know we've got him—than of us." He glanced at Melchard, and then out of the window.
The train was running on an embankment with steep, grassy sides—not a house nor a highway in sight.
"This side would be safer to fall from," said Dick. "On yours it's the down-line rails. Tails up, dear! In three minutes it'll be over or off. Don't shoot—only show you're heeled, and look fierce."
He reached for the oily cloth in the rack. Catching her fascinated eyes fixed on him:
"Watch the window, will you," he snapped; and a sting of indignation at being so addressed gave Amaryllis the stimulant she needed.
It should be obedience now, but a royal exhibition of displeasure afterwards!
So, with the mouth and eyes of a goddess incensed, Amaryllis watched, in lofty silence, her rectangle of sunlight.