The heavy gun balanced and steadied in his slim fingers, as if it were no more than a feather's weight.
"I'm talking straight, lady," said Ronicky Doone.

"Sit down--pronto!" In the very act of obedience she straightened again.

"It's bluff," she said.

"I'm going through that door!" Straight for the door she went, and Ronicky Doone set his teeth.
"Go back!" he commanded.

He glided to the door and blocked her way, but the gun hung futile in his hand.
"It's easy to pull a gun, eh ?" said the girl, with something of a sneer.