Under his arms he shot, backward and between his legs; leaping from side to side, ducking and dodging, following the ball wherever it went.

Reloading the weapons quickly, he stepped forward and followed the ball until once more his guns were empty.

Then he turned and walked back to the side of the marshal, smiling a little.

His friends, and there were many in the crowd, torn from their affected nonchalance by shooting the like of which they had not attributed even to him, roared and shouted and danced in a frenzy of delight.
Red also threw his guns to Hopalong, who caught them in the air and turning, faced Tex, who stood white of face and completely lost in the forgetfulness of admiration and amazement.

The guns jerked again and a button flew from the buckskin shirt of his enemy; another tore a flower from his breast and another drove it into the ground at his feet as others stirred his hair and cut the buckle off his pretty sombrero.