101004 #eel I leaned over to my buddy and whispered, I have a gun! He said, I know. {Later} we planned how we could use it to escape. We knew we couldn't just blast our way out; that would be folly. Instead we decided to wait til the outdoor festival later that evening. Perhaps a way would become clear. The gun felt light? Was it even loaded? Perhaps it wouldn't matter; we could at least use it to bluff. I checked surreptitiously. Though the gun felt as insubstantial as a toy, about half its chambers did in fact have bullets in them. The revolving part (what's that called?) was large; I had about 10 - 12 rounds. I spun it, locked it back in, advanced with my thumb carefully on the hammer til I knew the next pull of the trigger would result in a real shot, and put the thing back in my pocket. On our way back to our room, we passed the stern lady again. My friend acted like a retard, I acted as though I were leading him somewhere for safety. She eyeballed us, but left us alone.