I thought if Harry were going to do some shooting, it would be the part of friendship to fix him so that he could do it in safety to himself and others." Harry's face turned decidedly red.

He was beginning to feel foolish.
"Now, this morning," Tom continued, "when I got the khaki out of my dunnage, I ran across the blanks.

I don't know what made me do it, but I dropped the box of blanks into one of my pockets.
This noon, when I went off to find a stream where I could wash up, I almost stepped on our friend Peter, asleep under a bush.
For greater comfort he had taken off his belt and holster.

Somehow, I didn't like the idea of his being there.

As softly as I could I crept close.