“God 'lmighty—don't shoot!” she screamed.
Jim doubled with laughter.
“For the love o' Mike!”
Nance leaned against the side table and wiped the perspiration from her brow.
“Lord! I thought you'd kilt me!” she panted, still trembling.
“Ah, don't be foolish!” Jim said persuasively. “It can't hurt you. Here, take it in your hand—I'll show you how to work it. It's to nose round dark places under the buzz-wagon.”
He held it out to Nance.
“Here, take it and press the button.”
The old woman drew back.
“No—no—I'm skeered! No——”