Mr. McDonald. Well, I believe the muzzle was toward me, because the sensation came across this way. To make a movement like that, it would have to be the cylinder or the hammer.
Mr. Ball. Across your left palm?
Mr. McDonald. Yes, sir. And my hand was directly over the pistol in this manner. More or less the butt. But not on the butt.
Mr. Ball. What happened when you jerked the pistol free?
Mr. McDonald. When I jerked it free, I was down in the seats with him, with my head, some reason or other, I don't know why, and when I brought the pistol out, it grazed me across the cheek here, and I put it all the way out to the aisle, holding it by the butt. I gave the pistol to Detective Bob Carroll at that point.
Mr. Ball. Grazed your left cheek?
Mr. McDonald. Yes, sir.
Mr. Ball. Scratched—noticeable scratch?
Mr. McDonald. Yes, sir; about a 4-inch scratch just above the eye to just above the lip.
Mr. Ball. Then what happened after that?