He had not drawn his own revolver.

He was chewing a splinter.

"Ike," said he, "throw up your hands!" The nerves of some men act more quickly than those of others, and such men make the most dangerous pistol shots, when they have good digestion and long practice at the rapid drawing of the revolver, an art at that time much cultivated.

Ike Anderson's mind and nerves and muscles were always lightning-like in the instantaneous rapidity of their action.
The eye could scarce have followed the movement by which the revolver leaped to a level from his right-hand scabbard.

He had forgotten, in his moment of study, that with this six-shooter he had fired once at the whisky barrel, once at the glass of straws, once at the negro's heel, twice at the floor, and once at the broomstick.