I'll fire at the breakwater out there.' He fired, and Amomma ran away bleating.

The bullet threw up a spurt of mud to the right of the wood-wreathed piles.
'Throws high and to the right.

You try, Maisie.

Mind, it's loaded all round.' Maisie took the pistol and stepped delicately to the verge of the mud, her hand firmly closed on the butt, her mouth and left eye screwed up.
Dick sat down on a tuft of bank and laughed.

Amomma returned very cautiously.