Moncrieff threw the revolver towards the man as if it had been a cricket-ball.
'Take off the trigger,' he said.
'Off the trigger, sir?'
'Yes,' said Moncrieff, quietly; 'I seldom use the trigger.'
The man obeyed. Then he handed back the weapon, which he had loaded.
Moncrieff looked one moment at the target, then the action of his arm was for all the world like that of throwing stones or cracking a whip.
He seemed to bring the revolver down from his ear each time.
Bang—bang—bang! and not a bullet missed the bull's-eye.
'How is it done?' cried Dugald, excitedly.
'I lift the hammer a little way with my thumb and let it go again as I get my aim—that is all. It is a rapid way of firing, but I don't advise you laddies to try it, or you may blow off your heads. Besides, the aim, except in practised hands like mine, is not so accurate. To hit well it is better to raise the weapon. First fix your eye on 103 your man's breast-button—if he has one—then elevate till you have your sight straight, and there you are, and there your Indian is, or your "Gaucho malo."'