The Girl on the Boat - Penn State University
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series of pictures, “<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> Dangers of Diana,” where something<br />
of <strong>the</strong> kind had happened to <strong>the</strong> heroine in every<br />
reel—but she had not anticipated that it would ever<br />
happen to her; and c<strong>on</strong>sequently she had not thought<br />
out any plan for coping with such a situati<strong>on</strong>. A grave<br />
error. In this world <strong>on</strong>e should be prepared for everything,<br />
or where is <strong>on</strong>e?<br />
“I’ve brought <strong>the</strong> revolver,” said Mr. Peters.<br />
“So—so I see!” said Billie.<br />
Mr. Peters nursed <strong>the</strong> weap<strong>on</strong> affecti<strong>on</strong>ately in his<br />
hand. He was ra<strong>the</strong>r a shy man with women as a rule,<br />
but what Sam had told him about her being interested<br />
in his revolver had made his heart warm to this girl.<br />
“I was just <strong>on</strong> my way to have a little practice at <strong>the</strong><br />
range,” he said. “<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g>n I thought I might as well look in<br />
here.”<br />
“I suppose—I suppose you’re a good shot?” quavered<br />
Billie.<br />
“I seldom miss,” said Jno. Peters.<br />
Billie shuddered. <str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g>n, reflecting that <strong>the</strong> l<strong>on</strong>ger she<br />
engaged this maniac in c<strong>on</strong>versati<strong>on</strong>, <strong>the</strong> more hope<br />
<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> <str<strong>on</strong>g>Girl</str<strong>on</strong>g> <strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Boat</strong><br />
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<strong>the</strong>re was of Sam coming back in time to save her, she<br />
essayed fur<strong>the</strong>r small-talk.<br />
“It’s—it’s very ugly!”<br />
“Oh, no!” said Mr. Peters, hurt.<br />
Billie perceived that she had said <strong>the</strong> wr<strong>on</strong>g thing.<br />
“Very deadly-looking, I meant,” she corrected herself<br />
hastily.<br />
“It may have deadly work to do, Miss Milliken,” said<br />
Mr. Peters.<br />
C<strong>on</strong>versati<strong>on</strong> languished again. Billie had no fur<strong>the</strong>r<br />
remarks to make of immediate interest, and Mr. Peters<br />
was struggling with a return of <strong>the</strong> deplorable shyness<br />
which so handicapped him in his dealings with <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r<br />
sex. After a few moments, he pulled himself toge<strong>the</strong>r<br />
again, and, as his first act was to replace <strong>the</strong> pistol in <strong>the</strong><br />
pocket of his coat, Billie became c<strong>on</strong>scious of a faint stirring<br />
of relief.<br />
“<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> great thing,” said Jno. Peters, “is to learn to draw<br />
quickly. Like this!” he added producing <strong>the</strong> revolver<br />
with something of <strong>the</strong> smoothness and rapidity with<br />
which Billie, in happier moments, had seen Bream