The revolver jumps in his hand and spits out fire.

The gun jumped in her hand, and a can rose up into the sky.

The gun jumped in her hand when she fired.

The thin gun jumped in his hand, kept on jumping.

The gun jumped three times in his small neat hand.

It exploded with an immense roar and jumped in his hand.

Turning back to the trucks, the Beretta jumped again in his hand.

All he knew was that it hissed and jumped slightly in his hand.

It jumped in his hand and there was almost no smoke.

The gun had jumped in her hand, the next five shots all going over his falling body and into the wood of the door.