Crack!
Smash!
It was a true shot, though how much of it was due to luck Sergeant Hal could not surmise.
But the glass was shot from his hand, the splintered bits falling to the ground.
"Next shot for you, kid!" warned the marksman below.
"Yes?" mocked Overton.
"Surest thing in the world? Coming down, or shall I bring you down?"
Crack!
Hal drew his own weapon up, firing as the sight passed the human target.
It was a close shot, the revolver bullet carrying away the fellow's cloth cap.