"For goodness' sake, do something," begged Tad. "You've taken enough time already to shoot the tree clean off the map."
"Who's doing this shooting, you or I?" asked Chunky.
Tad sat down helplessly. Stacy was not to be hurried. The more one urged him, the slower did he become.
"Look out, I'm going to shoot now. Everybody lie low!"
Stacy spun himself around like a top. He had whirled three times when the Ranger shouted to him.
"Shoot before you get so dizzy you can't see!"
Bang!
"Stop it—-"
Bang!
"Stop it, you idiot!"