He held it in front of his face for a single moment, and then dashed it at his visitor.

He followed behind with one desperate spring.

Once, twice, the revolver barked out.

Laverick felt the skin of his temple burn and a flick on the ear which reminded him of his school-days.
Then his hand was upon the other man's throat and the revolver lay upon the carpet.
"We'll see about that.

By the Lord, I've a good mind to wring the life out of you.