“Hm-m-m!”
Skeeter placed the gun back in the corner.
“Perhaps we ought to try it,” said Kirk. “I don’t know how it shoots.”
“Oh, it’ll shoot,” said Skeeter. “Don’tcha worry about that; but it ain’t nothin’ t’ practise with. When the right time comes, just squeeze the trigger.”
“I hope I shall never have to use it,” said Mrs. Kirk.
“I hope not,” agreed Skeeter; “but ’f yuh ever do have to—don’t hesitate, ma’am.”
“I do not think I shall.”
Mrs. Kirk shook her head.
“Jim and I came out here to stay, you know,” she added.
“That’s shore the way t’ look at it, ma’am.”