"But it won't do." "And why not, pray ?" she demanded.
"We do not use our women as decoys in this country, nor do we expose them to dangers we men dare not face." "Allan," cried his wife with angry impatience, "you miss the whole point.

For a woman to ride into the Piegan camp, especially on this errand of mercy, involves her in no danger.

And what possible danger would there be in having the old villain ride back with me for medicine?
And as to the decoy business," here she shrugged her shoulders contemptuously, "do you think I care a bit for that?
Isn't he planning to kill women and children in this country?
And--and--won't he do his best to kill you ?" she panted.

"Isn't it right for me to prevent him?
Prevent him! To me he is like a snake.

I would--would--gladly kill him--myself." As she spoke these words her eyes were indeed, in Sergeant Ferry's words, "like little blue flames." But the men remained utterly unmoved.