His was the temperament that immediately translates feeling into action.

He reached into his breast pocket.
There was the blue-black glint of a cold steel automatic.

A moment he balanced it in his hand.

Then with a rapid and decisive motion of the arm he flung it far from him.

As it struck the water with a sound horribly suggestive of the death gurgle of a lost man, he turned and faced her.
"There," he exclaimed with a new light in the defiant, desperate smile that she had observed many times before, "there.