Then he saw a flash, followed instantly by another from the second rifle.

He saw several of these follow shots and could sit in silence no longer.

He waved his hat to attract attention and then shouted, "How many ?" A shot was sent straight up in the air and he notified Buck that there were only four left.
The fire of these four grew less rapid--they were saving their ammunition.

A pot shot at Hopalong sent that gentleman's rifle hurtling to the ground.

Another tore through his hat, removing a neat amount of skin and hair and giving him a lifelong part.