“Suppose we try?”
His voice trembled. Could Sina have read his thoughts?
“Try what?” she asked. “Suppose I fire?” said Yourii, producing his revolver.
“Will the earth fall in on us?”
“I don’t know,” he replied, though he felt certain that nothing would happen. “Are you afraid?”
“Oh no! Fire away!” said Sina, as she retreated a step or so. Holding out the revolver, he fired. There was a flash, and a dense cloud of smoke enveloped them, as the echo of the report slowly died away.
“There! That’s all,” said Yourii.
“Let us go back.”
They retraced their steps, but as Sina walked on in front of Yourii the sight of her round, firm hips again brought sensuous thoughts to his mind that he found it hard to ignore.
“I say, Sina Karsavina!” His voice faltered. “I am going to ask you an interesting psychological question. How was it that you did not feel afraid to come here with me? You said yourself that if we screamed no one would hear us…. You don’t know me in the least!”