Shay, can you hit anything?
Take a try now." Jimmy reached behind him, and shoved a big revolver into the hand of the Thread Man.

"Whersh target ?" he demanded.
As he turned from the bar, the milk pail which he still carried under his arm caught on an iron rod.

Jimmy gave it a jerk, and ripped the rim from the bottom.

"Thish do," he said.

"Splendid marksh.