The Light That Failed

'WHAT do you think she'd do if she caught us? We oughtn't to have it, you know, ' said Maisie. 'Beat me, and lock you up in your bedroom, ' Dick answered, without hesitation. 'Have you got the cartridges?' 'Yes; they're in my pocket, but they are joggling horribly. Do pin-fire cartridges go off of their own accord?' 'Don't know. Take the revolver, if you are afraid, and let me carry them.' 'I'm not afraid.' Maisie strode forward swiftly, a hand in her pocket and her chin in the air. Dick followed with a small pin-fire revolver.