He heard nothing more, he saw nothing more, he took note of nothing
more, he only knew that he raised his arm, pressing strongly on the
trigger. And he heard nothing. But he saw all at once a little smoke at
the end of his pistol barrel, and as the man in front of him still stood
in the same position, he perceived, too, a little cloud of smoke
drifting off over his head.
They had both fired. It was over.
His seconds and the doctor touched him, felt him and unbuttoned his
clothes, asking, anxiously: "Are you hit?"