ringside." She studied without wincing the crouched figure of hostile eye, even though the costume was not such as she would have selected for a young man.
"After all, he's only a boy," she murmured.

She studied again the intent face.

"And he looks as if he had an abundance of pepper." She hoped she would be there to nurse them both if anything happened.
She had told Wilbur this, but he had not been encouraging.

He seemed to believe that nothing would happen to either of them.
"Of course we'll be shot at," he admitted, "but like as not they'll miss us." Winona sighed and replaced the photograph.

Now they would be a couple of heads clustered with other heads at a car window; smiling, small-town boys going lightly out to their ordeal.