"The candle is out; light it again, landlord," said the boy, and then when it had burnt up he pointed with the revolver to the spot where the fly had been and where now there was a hole. "I do not think I missed."
"Leave us, landlord," said Ellerey. "It was the deciding of a foolish boast."
The lad slipped the revolver into his pocket again and refolded his arms.
"That was a foolish jest, youngster," Ellerey said. "Do you think such boastfulness fits you for such work as ours?"
"There are few who could have done it," was the answer.
"True."
"Such precision might serve you were your enemies three to one."
"True again."
"Then ask me to go with you," was the prompt reply.
"May I not even take you out of charity?"