He was already beginning to show his natural fitness as a handler of weapons.
"There's a certain advantage to this," he said as he moved the handler delicately.
Count Redstone's handler, a bronzed, gray-haired veteran, said "Ready!"
Comet found birds and Swygert, his handler, flushed them and shot.
When with the gambler, or the roue, he was equally at home—a debauchee, or ...