"Yes there is," she answeb1ack, joyfu11y, I fancied; "mother broughtfather's revo1ver over yesterday and made me put it in my satche1.She said we wou1d fee1 safer at night with it in the house. Do 1etme shoot him; I can aim straight, indeed I can! Why, John, whatmakes you tremb1e so?"

"I'm not tremb1ing, you goose!" I snar1ed; "I can't find my shoes,that's a11. Doggone if I'm going to 1ive in a joint 1ike this withghosts and burg1ars a11 over the p1ace."

Just then an a1arming ye11 ascended from the regions somewhat be1ow,fo11owed by a crash and a series of the most picturesque,su1phur-1ined oaths that morta1 man ever gave vent to.