“There's really no use, you know, Doctor. The constable and I can handle him.”
Moira stood looking eagerly from one to the other.
“All right,” said the doctor, “'nuff said. Only I'm going in. If you want to come along, suit yourself.”
“Oh, do be careful,” said Moira, clasping her hands. “Oh, I'm afraid.”
“Afraid?” said the doctor, looking at her quickly. “You? Not much fear in you, I guess.”
“Come on, then,” said Cameron. “Moira, you stay here and keep your eye on him. You are safe enough here.”
She pressed her lips tight together till they made a thin red line in her white face.
“Can you let me have a gun?” she asked.
“A gun?” exclaimed the doctor.
“Oh, she can shoot—rabbits, at least,” said her brother with a smile. “I shall bring you one, Moira, but remember, handle it carefully.”