The pistol he slung high up beneath his arm-pit.
The green dwarf looked at the weapon curiously.

O'Keefe tapped it.
"This," said Larry, "slays quicker than the _Keth_--I take it so no harm shall come to the blue-eyed one whose name is Olaf.

If I should raise it--be you not in its way, Rador!" he added significantly.
The dwarf nodded again, his eyes sparkling.

He thrust a hand out to both of us.
"A change comes," he said.

"What it is I know not, nor how it will fall.