A flash split the darkness and a bullet hummed over his head and thudded into an adobe wall at his back.

Another shot and he replied, aiming at the flash.
From down the Street came the sound of a window opening and he promptly caused it to close again.

Several more windows opened and hastily closed, and he rode slowly toward the far end of the plaza.

As he faced the saloon once more he heard a command to throw up his hands and saw the glint of a gun, held by a man who wore the insignia of sheriff.
Hopalong complied, but as his hands went up two spurts of fire shot forth and the sheriff dropped his weapon, reeled and sat down.

Hopalong rode over to him and swinging down, picked up the gun and looked the officer over.
"Shoo, yu'll be all right soon--yore only plugged in th' arms," he remarked as he glanced up the street.