Three of his steers had gotten up after he had
leaped from his saddle to tie them, but his horse had taken care of
that. His nearest rival was one minute over him and Lanky retained the
championship.
Red Connors shot with such accuracy in the rifle contest as to run
his points twenty per cent higher than Waffles, of the O-Bar-O, and
won the new rifle.
The main interest centered in the revolver contest, for it was known
that the present champion was to defend his title against an enemy and
fears were expressed in the crowd that there would be an "accident."
Buck Peters and Red stood just behind the firing line with their hands
on hips, and Tex, seeing the precautions, smiled grimly as he advanced
to the line.
Six bottles, with their necks an inch above a board, stood twenty
paces from him, and he broke them all in as many shots, taking twelve
seconds in which to do it. Hopalong followed him and tied the score.
Three tin balls rolling erratically in a blanket supported by two men
were sent flying into the air in four shots, Tex taking six seconds.
His competitor sent them from the blanket in three shots and in the
same time. In slow shooting from sights Tex passed his rival in points
and stood to win. There was but one more event to be contested and in
it Hopalong found his joy.
Shooting from the hip when the draw is timed is not the sport of
even good shots, and when Tex made sixty points out of a possible
hundred, he felt that he had shot well.
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