You needn't be afraid of my screaming this time," and she revolved back to her former position.
"One good thing," said Rectus to me, in a low voice; "her pistol isn't cocked." I had noticed this, and I hoped also that it wasn't loaded.
"Which eye do you shut ?" said Corny, turning suddenly upon us.
"Both!" said Rectus.
She did not answer, but looked at me, and I told her to shut her left eye, but to be very particular not to turn around again without lowering her pistol.
She resumed her former position, and we breathed a little easier, although I thought that it might be well for us to go to some other part of the boat until she had finished her sport.
I was about to suggest this to Rectus, when suddenly Corny sprang to her feet, and began blazing away at something ahead.

Bang! bang! bang! she went, seven times.
"Why, she didn't stop once to cock it!" cried Rectus, and I was amazed to see how she had fired so rapidly.

But as soon as I had counted seven, I stepped up to her and took her pistol.

She explained to me how it worked.

It was one of those pistols in which the same pull of the trigger jerks up the hammer and lets it down,--the most unsafe things that any one can carry.
"Too bad!" she exclaimed.