I do hope you're a good shot." Cavendish smiled.
"I have had some experience," he said.
"Then," the girl added, "you had better take the revolver.

I never fired one except on the Fourth of July, and I would not want to trust to my marksmanship in a pinch.

Not that we will meet any such situation, Mr.Cavendish--I hope we do not--but in case we do I want to depend upon you." "I am glad you said that, Miss Donovan; it gives me courage." The girl handed the revolver over to him without a word and then held out the cartridge belt.

He snapped open the weapon to assure himself it was loaded and then ran his fingers over the belt pockets.
"Thirty-six rounds," adjusting the belt to his waist; "that ought to promise a good fight.

Do you feel confidence in me again ?" "Yes," she answered, her eyes lifting to meet his.