But in their hearts they both wondered how long this would last.
"Have you got any cartridges ?" she asked presently.
"Yes, in my coat pocket," he answered.
"Give me two, if you can manage it," she said.
In an interval between the coming of two seas he contrived to slip his hand into a pocket and transfer the cartridges.

Apparently she knew something of the working of a gun, for presently there was a flash and a report, quickly followed by another.
"Give me some more cartridges," she cried.

He did so, but nothing followed.
"It is no use," she said at length, "the cartridges are wet.

I cannot get the empty cases out.

But perhaps they may have seen or heard them.
Old Edward is sure to be watching for me.