He returned her gaze unafraid: "Try it," was his answer.
She took a deep breath. Then she tossed her head: "I probably shouldn't care enough about it for that. Why don't you carry two revolvers?"
"Too much like baggage."
"Wouldn't it be a lot safer?"
He smiled: "If one gun refused to go off promptly, two wouldn't help a lot."
Her eyes and her thoughts returned to the gun in her hand. For a moment she had forgotten it. Suppose her finger, while she was talking, had mechanically closed on the trigger. She blanched. "Take it," she said, holding the gun out in both hands and looking away.
"Shall we let the dog go this time?" she heard him ask as he lowered the hammer.