If your eyes waver you had better had a porridge stick." He pressed my wrist back till my fingers relaxed, and he caught my pistol in his teeth.

With a quick movement of the head he dropped it inside his shirt.
"There's some would have killed you for that trick, young sir," he said.

"It's trying to the temper to have gunpowder so near a man's brain.

But you're young, and, by your speech, a new-comer.

So instead I'll offer you a drink." He dropped my wrists, and motioned me to follow him.