Her mother had taken up that light revolver which Dan had taught her to use so well, and now, as she leveled it at the wolf-dog, Bart laid his fangs bare in silent hate.

The weapons of Buck and Lee Haines were ready, and now Bart raised himself a little and commenced to drag gradually forward to leaping distance.
"Drop your gun, Kate," cautioned Buck.

"For God's sake drop your gun.
Even if you hit him with a bullet, he'll be at your throat.

Unless you kill him with the first shot he'll have you.

Drop your gun, and then he'll go at us." But Joan knew perfectly well what those gleaming bits of steel meant.
She had seen Daddy Dan shoot and kill, and now she ran screaming between Bart and danger.
"Munner!" she cried.