The bullets tore the door into seams and gaps; the lowest panel, the one having the "H" in it, fell inward in chunks.

Johnny had returned for another smoke.
Hopalong, still grasping the rifle, rolled rapidly around the corner of the barn.

He endeavored to stand, but could not.

Johnny, hearing rapid and fluent swearing, came out.
"Where'd they git yu ?" he asked.
"In th' off leg.

Hurts like blazes.