I covered him with as much care as though I were shooting at a target, with one bull's eye to win.

Aiming a little low in case the rifle should throw high, very gently I pressed the trigger.

The cartridge exploded, the bullet went on its way, and the man on the wall stopped dancing and shouting and stood quite still.

Clearly he had heard the shot or felt the wind of the ball, but was untouched.
I worked the lever jerking out the empty case, preparatory to firing again, but on looking up saw that there was no need, for the Fung captain was spinning round on his heels like a top.

Three or four times he whirled thus with incredible rapidity, then suddenly threw his arms wide, and dived headlong from the wall like a bather from a plank, but backward, and was soon no more.