The thing had certainly started off with zip enough, since zip was what Mart claimed the Public demanded.
The next scene was a continuation of the one before,--the camera man having evidently recovered himself and gotten to work again.

The Happy Family, still surging and still shooting two guns apiece at the pale moon, were shown entering the saloon door four abreast and with the rest crowding for place.

Still there was zip; all kinds of zip.

The Happy Family nudged and grinned in the dusk and were very much pleased with themselves as XY cowboys seeking mild entertainment in town.
Some one behind remarked upon the surging and the shooting, and Big Medicine turned his head quickly and sent a hoarse stage whisper in the general direction of the mumble.
"Ah-h, that there ain't anything! Luck never let us turn ourselves loose there a-tall.

You wait, by cripes, till yuh see us where we git warmed up and strung out proper! You wait! Honest to gran'-- " It was Luck's elbow that stopped him by the simple expedient of cutting off his wind.