He knew she was going for her revolver.
"Never mind," he said, "here's mine.

What can you do with it ?" "Shoot the block off your flag-halyards." He smiled his unbelief.
"I don't know the gun," she said dubiously.
"It's a light trigger and you don't have to hold down.

Draw fine." "Yes, yes," she spoke impatiently.

"I know automatics--they jam when they get hot--only I don't know yours." She looked at it a moment.

"It's cocked.