He dodged round the table as quick as an eel, and a moment later he'd got his gun from under his coat.

I heard him cock it; but I had got hold of it before he could fire.

I had it by the barrel, and we wrestled for it all ends up for a minute or more.

It was death to the man that lost his grip.
"He never lost his grip; but he got it butt downward for a moment too long.

Maybe it was I that pulled the trigger.