His guns went off simultaneously, slightly in advance of theirs, belching fire and smoke in a continuous stream.
Shorty did not seem to be hit by the bullets from the guns of the outlaws; he seemed to pay no attention to them whatever.
But the outlaws ceased shooting.

Krell staggered, his guns dropped from his hands, and he stood, for an instant, looking foolishly at Shorty, his face becoming ashen.

Then, without uttering a word, he lunged gently forward, his legs doubling at the knees, and sank into the dust in a huddled heap.
Selden had been hit hard, too.

The shock of Shorty's first bullet striking him had turned him partially around, so that his left side was toward Shorty.

He had lurched forward a little; and was turning, trying to use the gun in his left hand, when another bullet struck him.