It is a nice revolver.

Let me look at it.' 'Aye, look thy fill, thou shalt not touch it,' was my answer; at which he laughed anew, pronouncing me the merriest of Adam's race.
'But tell me, what wouldst thou have done had I refused?
It was not loaded.

What wouldst thou have done ?' His hand was resting at that moment on a stool.

I rapped his knuckles gently with the butt of the revolver to let him know its weight.
'Wallahi!' he cried out in admiration.

'I believe thou wouldst have smashed my head with it.