"So—so I see!" said Billie.
Mr. Peters nursed the weapon affectionately in his hand. He was rather a shy man with women as a rule, but what Sam had told him about her being interested in his revolver had made his heart warm to this girl.
"I was just on my way to have a little practice at the range," he said.
"Then I thought I might as well look in here."
"I suppose—I suppose you're a good shot?" quavered Billie.
"I seldom miss," said Jno. Peters.
Billie shuddered. Then, reflecting that the longer she engaged this maniac in conversation, the more hope there was of Sam coming back in time to save her, she essayed further small-talk.
"It's—it's very ugly!"
"Oh, no!" said Mr. Peters, hurt.
Billie perceived that she had said the wrong thing.
"Very deadly-looking, I meant," she corrected herself hastily.