"You're right!" he whispered. "Now, I'm off outside!" He turned to go, but was detained by a pressure on his arm.
"No, no!" whispered Winifred. "I can not let you—there may be a gang—you might get hurt——"
"Nonsense!"
"I insist!"
"Then why——"
"You must not go! Throw something instead——"
"Absurd! I——"
"I beg you!" she entreated, and her voice was so timid that once again Lionel's heart failed. "All right!" he said. "Give me something heavy. I'll fling up the window suddenly and surprise him!"
She pressed his arm gratefully and glided across the room. The next moment she was at his side, offering the water-jug.
"Capital!" whispered Lionel. "Drench him first, then stun him with the jug. Any other trifles to bestow? Soap—hair-brushes—a boot or two? Any little knickknacks——"