"I've got a pistol, Roger."
"You!"
"Yes, the Models all carry them. Dunc always insisted that it was the proper thing."
As Dick spoke, he produced a highly polished nickel-plated five-shooter.
"It looks like a good one," I said, after examining it. "Is it loaded?"
"Oh, yes; and I've got a box of cartridges in my pocket besides."
"Lend it to me, Dick."
"If you don't mind I'll—I'll go along with you, Roger," he returned. "You won't find me such a terrible coward."
"All right. But we must hurry. That fellow has got a good start, and he may even now be in the house."
"Hardly. He'll want to take a look around first."