"Theresh mark, Ruben.

Blash away!" he said.
The Boston man hesitated.

"Whatsh the matter?
Cansh shoot off nothing but your mouth ?" demanded Jimmy.

He caught the revolver and fired three shots so rapidly that the sounds came almost as one.

Two bullets pierced the bottom of the pail, and the other the side as it fell.
The door opened, and with the rush of cold air Jimmy gave just one glance toward it, and slid the revolver into his pocket, reached for his hat, and started in the direction of his coat.