He wanted Forester to get him a gun and let him come out into those woods a-gunning.
"No," said Forester.
"Why not ?" asked Marco.
"That is dangerous amusement." "Why?
Do you think I should get killed with my sun ?" asked Marco.
"No," replied Forester, "I don't think you would; but you _might_ get killed.

The risk would be too great for the benefit." "Why, you told me the other day, that it was a great thing to learn to take risks coolly.

If I had a gun I could practice and learn." "Yes," said Forester, "it is well to take risks coolly, when the advantage is sufficient to justify it.

For instance, when you crept down upon the pole the other day, to get the reins, you took a great risk, but perhaps you saved the lives of the passengers by it.

That was right--but to hazard your life, for the sake of the pleasure of shooting a squirrel, is not wise." Marco had before this time told him about his getting the reins.
"I shouldn't think, there was much danger," said Marco.
"No," said Forester, "there's very little danger.