He was a good shot with the navy revolver, for he had taken lessons and practised a good deal with the weapon.
He had aimed at the head of Flanger, and he saw that he had hit him, for his face was instantly covered with blood.

He did not think it necessary to fire a second shot, but he was careful not to let the opportunity pass by if it was needed to reduce the privateersman to subjection.
Flanger dropped his weapon instantly, and Dave as instantly picked it up.

It was clear to Christy then that the battle had been fought and won, though the defeated party had another revolver in his pocket.
In spite of his claim that he was a religious man, he indulged in a volley of profane language which made the commander's blood run cold in his veins.

His right hand, from which he had dropped one of his revolvers, was pressed upon his nose, as though this organ was the seat of his injury.

He stood behind the table, and continued to swear like a pirate in a passion.