Hit it hard, damn you, it's a case of life or death! What have you got, Gonzales?
A revolver?
Into that window there, and blaze away; you 've got the reputation of a gun-man; now let's see you prove it.

Get back in the corner, miss, so I can slip past--no, lie down below the fire line!" "But--but I will not!" and she faced him, her face white, but her eyes shining.

"I can shoot! See!" and she flashed a pearl-handled revolver defiantly.

The Sergeant thrust her unceremoniously aside and plunged across to the opposite window, gripping his Henry rifle.
"Do as I say," he growled.

"This is our fight.