"Most interesting. O well," said Rhodes, "we have our revolvers, and the Dromans have their bows and arrows, to say nothing of their swords. And they know how to use them, too."
"And that reminds me," I told him: "I haven't reloaded my blunderbuss."
"Save those shells, Bill."
"What for?"
"So we can reload them."
"Reload them? Do you think we'll be able to do that in this world called Drome."
"Why not?"
"But how—?"
Rhodes turned like a flash.
"Hear that?" he said. "By the great Nimrod, another one!"