I shot you twice before you had your muzzle in line.

I shot you in the throat and through the teeth before your gun was ready." Bull, with a shrug of the massive shoulders, touched the mentioned places and looked with awe at the little man.
"Now, listen!" Bull grew tense.
"Watch my draw!" Pete did not put his hand near the butt of his weapon.

He held his arm out before him, dangling in the air.

There was a convulsive moment.
One could see the imaginary weapon shoot from the holster and become level and rigid, pointed at its mark.
"I've seen before--fast as my eye could go," Bull sighed.
"Look again," said Pete, gritting his teeth with impatience.

"This time I'm going so slow a cow could see and beat me." He made the same motion, but to an ordinary eye it was still as fast as light.