"Well, you're a long time about it."
"Ain't ye afraid?"
"Afraid of what?"
"That I'll shoot ye."
"Not with that old gun. It wouldn't shoot a cat, and, besides, I don't believe it's loaded."
"Want me to try?"
"Sure; go ahead. I don't mind."
"Ye don't!"
"No, not a bit. But hurry up. I'm getting tired waiting."
Abner was now in a fix. He never intended to shoot the intruder, but merely wished to frighten him away. He did not know what to do, and only glared harder than ever.