Passepartout was waiting for his master, armed with half a dozen six-barrelled revolvers
He had hurried home, roused the women--their servant had left them two days before--packed some provisions, put his revolver
under the seat--luckily for my brother--and told them to drive on to Edgware, with the idea of getting a train there.
The light flashed upon the barrel of a revolver
, but Holmes' hunting crop came down on the man's wrist, and the pistol clinked upon the stone floor.
For the nigger of the Lady Jermyn lay all but hid behind Eva and me; if they saw him at all, they may have thought him drunk; but, as for myself, I had fairly forgotten his existence until the very moment came for showing my revolver
, when it was twisted out of my grasp instead, and a ball sang under my arm as the brute fell back exhausted and the weapon clattered beside him.
And I rather fancy the first step to that end should be to go to our cabin and look over my revolvers
Occasionally, for the larger game animals and the gigantic beasts of prey, I used my express rifle, but for the most part the revolver
filled all my needs.
was on a level with the captain's heart, and the latter had taken but a step when Werper pulled the trigger.
Instantly the fellow sprang to his feet with a cry and levelled his revolver
at the intruder.
Then he stepped through into the moonlit inner campong--the bull whip in his right hand, a revolver
in his left.
At the end of that time he took the revolver
once more from the drawer of his writing-table and fingered it.
The women he had known, when they sporadically fired a rifle or revolver
, usually shrieked, shut their eyes, and blazed away into space.
After a deal of work among the Greek fishermen of the Upper Bay and rivers, where knives flashed at the beginning of trouble and men permitted themselves to be made prisoners only after a revolver
was thrust in their faces, we hailed with delight an expedition to the Lower Bay against the Chinese shrimp-catchers.
In fear of Sherbourne, he applied to the Chief of Police for permission to carry a revolver
, which permission was refused, the newspapers as usual playing it up sensationally.
So obsessed was I with the desire to die that I feared I might commit the act in my sleep, and I was compelled to give my revolver
away to others who were to lose it for me where my subconscious hand might not find it.
There was no wabble to the revolver
and it was directed toward her stomach, not from an outstretched arm, but from the hip, against which the forearm rested.