fired, and the ball passed through my left boot-leg. The muzzle was so
close to me that the force of the powder almost threw me to the earth. I
ground my teeth in a desperate effort to force his hand behind him. My
left hand, cut and bleeding, still held his right. Now forcing the fight
with the revolver, he tried vainly to raise it and shoot me in the body.
Throwing my whole strength on my right arm, I succeeded in forcing back
his revolver hand. At this he began to shoot at my feet. The first shot
missed, but he immediately followed it with another. It struck, for my
right foot felt as if it had been hit with a club, and grew numb. Four
more shots came in quick succession. One of them--which I cannot
tell--struck the same foot and broke the bridge, as I knew from the
immediate loss of strength in that member. Now all was quiet. We stood
with our heaving chests touching. I felt his breath in my face, and his
heart palpitating against my breast. There was a lull in the battle. I
felt safe, as far as the revolver was concerned, for he h
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