"Yes," she admitted finally, "I believe you could—that is, unless I were angry enough to shoot you."
"That wouldn't help you. I can shoot faster and straighter than you can, and would shoot it out of your hand. However, I have no objection to your having the g*n, since it is no part of my plan to offer you any further indignity of any kind. Even if you had the necessary coldness of nerve or cruelty of disposition—of which I have one, Perkins the other, and you neither—you wouldn't shoot me now, because you can't get back to the earth without me. After we get back I will take the guns away from both of you if I think it desirable. In the meantime, play with them all you please."
"Has Perkins any more knives or guns or things in his room?" demanded Dorothy.
"How should I know?" indifferen
