He opened the dress at her neck, and turned it down on one side, and there, on the round, white shoulder, was a slight ruddy bruise.

He kissed it, and laughed.
"It'll be all right in no time.

Now, do as I tell you." He put a cartridge in the piece again.
"Try it once more," he said; "aim more deliberately and hold the stock of the gun very tightly against your shoulder as you fire." "But it will hurt me." "No, it won't.

Do as I tell you." She would have obeyed him had he told her to leap into the lake, and the lake was deep.
She set her lips firmly, held the gun hard against her shoulder, aimed carefully and fired.
The red spot flew from the gray trunk of the oak.

She looked up amazed.
"Why, it didn't hurt me a bit!" "Of course not.