There was a heavy gold chain stretched across his waist-coat.

From where he lay, the shining handle of his revolver protruded from his hip, pocket.
"Sakes alive!" the woman muttered, as she looked down.

"What does he carry a thing like that for--in a peaceful country, too!" "It was just an idea of his," Gerald answered.

"We were going abroad in a day or two.

He was always nervous.