He felt the blow and staggered, but his next impulse was to rush in the direction of the sound and disarm his assailant.

That was the reason he had leaped into the street.

But the second shot was better aimed and the bullet crashed into his upper arm and shoulder, shattering the bone and producing an exceedingly painful though not fatal wound.
The shock caused Philip to fall, and he fainted away, but not before the face of the man who had shot him was clearly stamped on his mind.

He knew that he was one of the saloon proprietors whose establishment Philip had visited the week before.

He was a man with a harelip, and there was no mistaking his countenance.
When the people of Milton learned that Philip was not fatally wounded their excitement cooled a little.