"I want to see you."
"We might get a shot at something on the way home."
"You're not obliging." She held out her hand for his revolver. "Let me see."
"It makes me feel kind of foolish," he said defensively, "kind of like an old-fashioned cowboy, to be shooting right and left." On his right hand he held the heavy gun toward Kate.
"How do you get practise?" she asked.
He lifted his eyebrows the least bit: "To tell the truth I haven't had much lately."
"How can you tell then whether you could hit anything if you did shoot at it?"
"That wouldn't be hard. If I didn't hit it, it would most likely hit me."
"How could I practise to learn to shoot the way you do?"
He looked at her inquiringly; "What do you know about the way I shoot?"