Scott smiled and said:
“That is a great gift, and the last in the world that anyone would part with. Why do you think you would give your life?”
“’Cause it’s true, and I hain’t got anything else to give. Mam don’t let me keep anything I steal, but I did get one thing that I’ve had this good while, and she don’t know I’ve got it, ’cause I kept it hid. I’ll give it to you,” she said, drawing a beautiful little pearl handled revolver from her pocket. “Crisp showed me how to shoot with his, and when I get out alone I use this.”
June drew back and grew pale with fright.
“Oh, mercy,” she said, “are you not afraid?”
“Why, no; it can’t shoot unless I shoot it. Why, I can pop a squirrel’s head off the first time I try.”
“What, such a little thing as you? Why, I never saw a little girl that could shoot.”
“Oh, I have,” said Zula, with a toss of her head, at the same time placing her finger on the hammer of the pistol.
“Please put it away,” June said. “It frightens me to see you handle it.”
Zula dropped the pistol carelessly while Scott looked at her in amazement.