Do keep your fingers off the trigger.

I will walk to the hand-car house and talk to you, with pleasure." He sprang lightly down from the road, crossed the few intervening yards and stepped into the hand-car house.
Gallagher and his mate followed close behind.

Quest paused on the threshold.
"It's a filthy dirty hole," he remarked.

"Can't we have our little chat out here?
Is it money you want ?" Gallagher glanced around.

Then with an ugly push of the shoulder he sent Quest reeling into the shed.