Holding it thus in spite of her frantic efforts to wrench it free, he got to his feet and stood in front of her.
"Why, Betty," he jeered; "you're sure some excited." Seizing her other hand, he turned her around so that she faced him fairly, holding her with a grip so tight that she could not move.
"It's your game, ain't it ?" he said mockingly.

"Well, I'm playin' it with you.

Somethin' seems to tell me that we're goin' to have a daisy time makin' a go of it." He suddenly released her hands and stepped back, leaving her in possession of the pistol.
"Usin' it ?" he questioned, drawling, nodding toward the weapon.

Betty looked down at it, shuddered, and then with an expression of dread and horror reached out and laid it gingerly on the desk top.
The next instant Calumet stood alone, grinning widely at the door through which Betty had vanished.

Listening, he heard her retreating steps, heard a distant door slam.