"Nothing, of course. I mean the way that men who carry guns like this shoot."
He thought a moment. "Get down into a dark cellar with just one window. Block out all the light from that window except one small circle. Shoot, off-hand, till you can put five bullets through the circle without mussing up the general surroundings."
"That sounds like hard work."
"It's certainly——" He just hesitated and then continued: "hard on the ammunition."
She found by this time she could tolerate the dry smile that lighted his face now and again, and the drawl of words that went with the expression. At times he seemed simple, yet there was shrewdness behind his humor.
"I didn't see you stop back there on the bench to pick anything up," she remarked abruptly, thinking of her own pistol again.
"I circled back to get it."
"Without dismounting?'"
"You wouldn't hardly want to get off to pick up anything as light as that."
"I wish I'd seen you do it."