He paused, taking her hand.
“And yet,” she went on for him, “you do not believe he would have conceded what he has, unless he intends to make trouble?”
Kirby nodded twice, emphatically.
“Well, you have trained all of us to use the rifles.”
He smiled gravely at her understanding.
“Yes, I have. And your skill, and that of the others, with the rifles, will always help us. Yet even so—”
Closer still she drew now, and there was sadness in her eyes.
“I think I see,” she said in a voice which choked. “When do you think he will make a move to start trouble?”
Kirby hesitated, then drew a long breath.
“To-day!”