several times. "Point it," he said, "as you would point your finger, and
keep pulling the trigger until the enemy drops."

"One every two hours," Barbara commented, "until relieved."

"May you never need it," said Wilmot, earnestly.

"I never shall," said Barbara. "Must I really keep it?"

"Yes."

"But you," she exclaimed, "you will be quite unprotected all the way
from here to the nearest shop where such things are sold."

"I shall be armed again," he smiled, "before I am threatened. Indeed, to
know that you are armed has heartened me immensely. What are you doing
this afternoon?"

"I don't know," she answered with provoking submissiveness; "you haven't
told me."

"It's just possible," he said, "that the turf courts at the Westchester
Country Club have been opened. I might telephone and find out. Then we
could collect some clothes, jump into a taxi, and go out and open
the season."

"You can't afford taxis, Wilmot. And you never let anybody else pay for
anything."

"Oh," he pleaded, "I can afford a taxi this once, believe me."