




          Evil-Eye and his men drew their guns. But Larry and his friends 
     were an eye-blink quicker. Their guns fired seven little bolts of 
     light. Hit those outlaws right in the you-know-what. 
          "Yippee!" yelled Evil-Eye. He shot into the air. But there was no 
     bang and no bullet. Just a little bolt of light. 
          "All right, men!" shouted Larry. "Let's clean up this town, once 
     and for all!" 
          And, before we could duck for cover, Larry and Evil-Eye and the 
     others turned their guns on the rest of us. Bolts of light flew 
     everywhere. No one was spared--not a man, woman, or child. 
          You never saw such a happy crowd! We all rushed around and pumped 
     each other's hands and hugged each other. Then the musicians got out 
     instruments, and we had dancing too. Main Street was one huge party, 
     all the rest of that day and on through the night! 
          I never saw so much lemonade drunk in all my days. 



