"You—are not going?" Elvine said, pointing at the weapons.
Nan's surprise was genuine.
"Jeff's in danger."
"But you—a woman? You can't help. You might even——"
"Jeff's in danger."
Nan repeated the words with an emphasis there could be no mistaking. And as the final syllable escaped her pretty lips became firmly compressed.
Elvine regarded her for a silent moment or two. A strange new sensation was stirring within her. Nan's attitude had brought it into being. Her earlier emotions receded before this new feeling. And, strangely enough, she remembered some words her mother had once spoken to her. It was at a time before she had engaged herself to her husband.
"But Jeff—is nothing to you," she said abruptly.
There was a new ring in the voice in which she spoke.
"Is he?"