Snecker leaped up, screaming, his gun sputtering to the floor.
His left hand swept to his right arm, which had been shattered by Steele's bullet.
"Blood streamed everywhere.

His screams were curses, and then ended, testifying to a rage hardly human.

Then, leaping, he went down on his knees after the gun.
"Don't pick it up," called Steele; his command would have checked anyone save an insane man.

For an instant it even held Snecker.

On his knees, right arm hanging limp, left extended, and face ghastly with agony and fiendish fury, he was certainly an appalling sight.
"'Bo, you're courtin' death,' called a hard voice from the crowd.
"'Snecker, wait.