Only a spirit can escape my aim.

Watch now the centre of her forehead, for there the bullet will strike!" I lifted the pistol and appeared to cover the figure with much care.

As I did so, even from that distance I thought I saw a look of terror in its eyes.

Then I fired, with a little jerk of the wrist sending the ball a good yard above her head.
"She is unharmed," cried a voice.

"Macumazahn missed her." "Macumazahn does not miss," I replied loftily.