She saw the tall hunter in gray step forward close to her as she reached for the bag Riggs held.
"Mr.Riggs, I'll carry my bag," she said.
"Let me lug this.

You help Bo with hers," he replied, familiarly.
"But I want it," she rejoined, quietly, with sharp determination.

No little force was needed to pull the bag away from Riggs.
"See here, Helen, you ain't goin' any farther with that joke, are you ?" he queried, deprecatingly, and he still spoke quite loud.
"It's no joke to me," replied Helen.

"I told you I didn't want your attention." "Sure.

But that was temper.