"I'll take your gun, because I ain't goin' to see Mary till I get back." "Oh, Jimmy, dinna do that!" pleaded Dannie.

"I want my gun.

Go and get your own, and tell her where ye are going and what ye are going to do.
She'd feel less lonely." "I know how she would feel better than you do," retorted Jimmy.

"I am not going.

If you won't give me your gun, I'll borrow one; or have all my fun spoiled." Dannie took down the shining gun and passed it over.