Mr. Ball. And which of your hands?
Mr. McDonald. My left hand, at this point.
Mr. Ball. And had he withdrawn the pistol——
Mr. McDonald. He was drawing it as I put my hand.
Mr. Ball. From his waist?
Mr. McDonald. Yes, sir.
Mr. Ball. What happened then?
Mr. McDonald. Well, whenever I hit him, we both fell into the seats. While we were struggling around there, with this hand on the gun——
Mr. Ball. Your left hand?
Mr. McDonald. Yes, sir. Somehow I managed to get this hand in the action also.