And then Mary V got Jake down off his hind feet where he had stood with surprise, and made the boy drop his gun.

And they were there on the ground yet, just where they dropped them, because Mary V thought they were safer there than being picked up by any one present.
So that was all there was to it.

The fat one was all wilted down in the saddle, and their ponies were used to shooting and just stopped and stood there thankful that they had an excuse, because the poor things were terribly hot and sweaty and tired.

And Mary V made the boy get off and back up to her, which was some trouble on account of Jake and the gun she had to hold ready to shoot, so she only had one hand for Jake, really.
And she was going to take the rag off his head to tie his hands the best she could under the circumstances, but the boy would not do as she said, but instead tried to run away and duck into the bushes.

And that was how the boy got shot in the leg.