Better keep it with you. Your horse isn't much of a shot

Denys:

[to Karen, whose horse has run away, leaving her at the mercy of an approaching lion]
I wouldn't run. If you do, she'll think you're something good to eat. Karen Blixen:
[staring at lion]
Have you - Do you have a gun? Denys:
She won't like the smell of you. Karen Blixen:
Shoot - shoot it. Denys:
She's had breakfast. Karen Blixen:
Please shoot her. Denys:
Well, let's give her a moment. Karen Blixen:
[as lion comes closer]
Oh my God, shoot her! [Lion approaches Karen then wanders off into brush] Karen Blixen:
Just how much closer did you expect to let her come? Denys:
A bit. It wanted to see if you'd run. That's how they decide. A lot like people that way. Karen Blixen:
She almost had me for lunch! Denys:
Well, it wasn't her fault, Baroness. She's a lion. Karen Blixen:
Well, it wasn't mine. Denys:
Doesn't that outfit come with a rifle? Karen Blixen:
Ye-ah, uh. [looks around] Karen Blixen:
On my saddle. Denys:
Better keep it with you. Your horse isn't much of a shot