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"Please tell Suarez to cease paddling and listen. Don't move. I can
trust you, but I may have to shoot him."
"Best hand me that pop-gun, Miss Maxwell. The gentleman in front seems
to have a wholesome respect for you already; anything you say goes,
where he is concerned. I am taking your word for it his name is
Suarez, but he looks, and smells, more like an Indian."
"I forced him to dress in his discarded clothes. He may be able now to
scare any of the savages we come across. But why should I give you my
weapon, Mr. Gray?"
"Because I can hit most things I aim at, whereas you are more likely to
bore a hole through me as a preliminary. Moreover, you have the dog
with you, and even the wisest dog may bark at the wrong moment. You
must have both hands at liberty to choke his enthusiasm."
"Do you pledge your word to go on with my scheme?"
"That is what I am here for."
"Take the revolver, then."
"Sure it's loaded?"
"Quite sure. I have fifteen extra cartridges, but, as I have practised
refilling it in the dark, give it to me if you have occasion to empty
it."
"You seem to have thought this thing out pretty fully?"
"I intend to succeed.
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