She could fairly hear him grin.
"How's everything this morning?
Where's your man this morning ?" "He's--just across in the meadows--he'll be back soon," said Mary Warren.
"Is that so?
I seen him ten miles down the road just a while back.
Now, look here, woman----" He had come fully into the room, and now he saw in her lap the weapon.
Half unconsciously she raised it.
"Look out!" he called.

"It may be loaded.

Drop it!" "Come a step further, and I'll shoot!" said Mary Warren.

And then, although he did not know that she was sightless, he saw on her face that look which might well warn him.

Any ruffian knows that a woman is more apt to shoot than is a man.
This ruffian paused now half way inside the door and looked about him.
A grin spread across his wide, high-cheeked face.