Come on, I'll send you down where you belong.

Come, what's keeping you ?" Over the rifle-barrel his eyes gleamed with frenzied delight.

We consulted as to a plan.
"I don't relish a bullet much," I said.
"There are pleasanter things," responded The Duke, "and he is a fairly good shot." Meantime the singing had started again, and, looking through the chink, I saw that Bruce had got his eye on the stovepipe again.

While I was looking The Pilot slipped away from us toward the door.
"Come back!" said the Duke, "don't be a fool! Come back, he'll shoot you dead!" Moore paid no heed to him, but stood waiting at the door.

In a few moments Bruce blazed away again at the stovepipe.