The man had not moved; and that decided her.
"Come in.

I will give you something to eat.

Sit in that chair by the window, and be careful not to stir from it.

I'm a good shot," lied Kitty, truculently.

"Frankly, I do not like the looks of this." "I do look like a burglar, what ?" He sat down in the chair meekly.