"Yes, if you want to go miles round and get held up by the transport."

"All right--if we can get through."

"You'll get through all right." His voice had the tone of finality.

"I'm to go by myself then?"

"Well--if I've got to drive Mrs. Rankin--"

She thought: It's going to be dangerous.

"By the way, I haven't told her I'm sending you. You don't want her
butting in and going with you."

"No. I certainly don't want Trixie.... And look here, I don't
particularly want those men. Much better leave them here where they're
safe and send in again for them."

"I don't know that I _can_ send in again. We're supposed to have finished
this job. The cars may be wanted for anything. _They'll_ be all right."

"I don't _like_ taking them."

"You're making difficulties," he said. He was irritable and hurried; he
had kept on turning and looking up the street as though he thought the
lieutenant might appear again at any minute.

"When _will_ you learn that you've simply got to obey orders?"