Hand it to Mr.Gadgem.Now, can you see by the shape of--take hold of it, man.

But do you know anything about guns ?" "Only enough to keep away from their muzzles, sir." He had it in his hand now--holding it by the end of the barrel, Todd instinctively dodging out of the way, although he knew it was not loaded.

"No, sir, I don't know anything--not the very SMALLest thing about guns.

There is nothing, in fact, I know so little about as a gun--that is why I have come to you." St.George recovered the piece and laid it as gently on the table beside his plate as if it had been a newly laid egg.
"No, I don't think you do," he laughed, "or you wouldn't hold it upside down.

Now go on and give me the rest." Gadgem emitted a chuckle--the nearest he ever came to a laugh: "To have it go ON, sir, is infinitely preferable than to have it go OFF, sir.
He-he! And you have, I believe you said, two of these highly valuable implements of death ?" "Yes, five altogether--two of this kind.