Above the gun muzzle was the face of a very determined girl.

I poked the old man with the gun muzzle and walked in among them.

With a gun muzzle between his ribs, the secretary would listen to reason.

He could still feel the pressure of the gun muzzle on his flesh.

Suddenly the gun muzzle had gone and the weight of the man was off him.

He made a twisting movement away from the gun muzzle.

The eyes above the gun muzzle were turned the other way.

Instead, he heard her voice and felt the pressure of the gun muzzle.

He sat down slowly without taking his eyes or the gun muzzle off of me.

The gun muzzle between his shoulders made him realize that there was still a chance.