Bull shook his head.
"Idiot!" cried Pete, his voice jumping up the scale, flat and harsh and piercing.

"It's the wrist! Not the arm, but the--" He stopped with an expression of dismay.

Even now he regretted revealing the mystery, it seemed.

But then he went on.
"I found out quick that I couldn't beat a good gunman if I used the old methods.

Practice makes perfect; they practiced as much as I did.
So I studied the methods and the great idea come to me.