The look in her eyes went to his brain.
Through his mind throbbed the exultant thought: "She saw my muscles tense as he aimed at me.

That means she was looking at me! Not at him.

Not even at the pistol.

She couldn't have done that, unless--unless--" "What's to be done, now ?" asked Milo, turning instinctively to Gavin for orders.
The question brought the dazedly joyous man back to his senses.

With exaggerated matter-of-factness, he made reply: "Why, the most sensible thing we can all do just now is to eat dinner.