"Oh you're not satisfied yet? You wanted to shoot, eh? Now, I'll show you what shooting is," and he sent Terry into the house to get his revolver and an apple.
There were a few green apples in the kitchen, which the cook intended to stew that afternoon.
Terry came out with one of the apples in one hand and the revolver in the other.
"Now, my good fellow, you take that apple and hold it between your thumb and forefinger. Hold it out straight at arm's length, while I send a bullet through it."
"Boss, I can't hold it."
"All right. If you don't hold it between your thumb and forefinger I'll shoot at your hand."
"Boss, why don't you let me go? I've got enough, and I'll leave the State."
"Hold out that apple," said Fred.
The man held the apple out at arm's length between his thumb and forefinger, but his hand was trembling so that Fred had to be very careful for fear that he would hit the hand and thus maim him for life: but the bullet went square through the apple, and it fell to the ground.
The fellow nearly had a fit. He picked up the pieces of the apple and looked at them.