"Anywhere, where you may happen to see them," said I, laughing. "On the land, in the water, or wherever they may be."
"I mean in what part of their bodies?" said she.
"Oh! in the eye," I answered.
"Either eye?" she asked.
"Yes; it don't matter which. But how are you going to hit them?"
"I've got a revolver," said she.
And she turned around, like the turret of an iron-clad, until the muzzle of a big seven-shooter pointed right at us.
"My conscience!" I exclaimed; "where did you get that? Don't point it this way!"
"Oh! it's father's. He let me have it. I am going to shoot the first alligator I see. You needn't be afraid of my screaming this time," and she revolved back to her former position.
"One good thing," said Rectus to me, in a low voice; "her pistol isn't cocked."