Tune up, Buck.
Attention now! I'll give you the key." He "fanned" his revolver, spinning it about his index finger by the trigger-guard with incredible swiftness, the twirling weapon a mere blur of blue steel in his hand.

Suddenly and without any apparent cessation of the movement, he fired, and a little splinter of wood flipped into the air at Annixter's feet.
"Time!" he shouted, while the buckskin reared to the report.

"Hold on--wait a minute.

This place is too light to suit.

That big light yonder is in my eyes.