Another was abandoned after much handling of the remaining three because to the delicate touch of Nash it seemed that the weight of the barrel was a gram more than in the other two; but after this selection it seemed that there was no possible choice between the final two.
So he stood in the centre of the room and went through a series of odd gymnastics.

Each gun in turn he placed in the holster and then jerked it out, spinning it on the trigger guard around his second finger, while his left hand shot diagonally across his body and "fanned" the hammer.
Still he could not make his choice, but he would not abandon the effort.
It was an old maxim with him that there is in all the world one gun which is the best of all and with which even a novice can become a "killer." He tried walking away, whirling as he made his draw, and levelling the gun on the door-knob.

Then without moving his hand, he lowered his head and squinted down the sights.

In each case the bead was drawn to a centre shot.

Last of all he weighed each gun; one seemed a trifle lighter--the merest shade lighter than the other.