“Keep it,” said Gillis, highly pleased at the lad’s delight. “It’s yours.”
“It is good to give me this,” said Bomba gratefully, as he fondled his treasure. It was the first present he had ever had in his life.
“We’d feel cheap enough if we let it go at that,” said Dorn. “How about giving the boy a revolver? You saw how curious he was about firearms.”
“Right enough,” assented Gillis, as he went into the tent and returned with a shining new five-chambered revolver. “Here, Bomba, you liked the big iron stick. This is a little iron stick, but it does very much the same thing as the big one.”
“Oh, are you going to give me that?” exclaimed Bomba, scarcely able to believe his eyes.
“Sure thing,” said Gillis. “Here, let me show you how it works.”
He broke the revolver, and Bomba gave a gasp
