"Yes—a 'forty-five."
"Can you handle a gun fairly well?"
"I know which end to look into to see if it's loaded."
"Can you spin a dollar in air with your left hand, draw, and hit it before it strikes the ground?"
"Aw, let's be sensible!" he cried. "I'm after another colony of bees. Come on up and look at 'em."
"Sit still," she ordered. "Can you do what I asked about?"
"I don't know—I've never tried."
"Digger Foss can," she claimed.
"Well, that's shooting."
"It is. I'd strap that gun on if I were you and practice up a bit."