It was still in his pocket.

He drew it nervously, hopelessly--it looked so small compared with his large enemy! He presented it with flashing eyes, and pulled the trigger.

A feeble click followed, another, and again! Even THIS had mocked him.

He pulled the trigger once more, wildly; there was a sudden explosion, and another.

He stepped back; the balls had apparently flattened themselves harmlessly on the bull's forehead.