Now, I put it to you, do I look like a dove ?" "Not at present," laughed Foy.
"Well, I didn't like it--nobody would.

I see there was a hen on, I knew the lay of the ground from looking after my horse.

So I clomped off to bed, got my good old Excalibur gun--full name X.L.V.
Caliber--slipped off my boots, tippytoed down the back stairs like a Barred Rock cat, oozed in by the side door--and here I be! I overheard their pleasant little plan to do you.

I meant to do the big rescue act, but you mobilize too quick for me.

All the same, maybe it's as well I chipped in, because--take a look at them cartridges in your gun, will you?
Your own gun--the one they borrowed from you." Foy twisted a bullet from a cartridge.