For The Shadow, as he blasted bullets at men of crime, was swinging inward from the door, fading from Duster's aim.

Flattened like a long-range rifleman, The Shadow blasted bullets at the snarling crooks in the hall.

The Shadow had blasted bullets through openings like those, in the past.

When Chet arrived, expecting to blast bullets into a crippled foe, he stopped short, blank in amazement, to find The Shadow gone.

Gun muzzles pressed against the back of the booth: The Shadow was blasting bullets through, spraying his fire like a low barrage.

Cardona and Markham blasted bullets into the vines that The Shadow's gunfire indicated.

Thumb threw the desk; quick spurts from the gun blasted bullets that splintered the woodwork.

The Shadow arrived at the metal rail, aimed his gun straight downward and blasted bullets through the open metal work.

Instead, he blasted bullets toward The Shadow.

The Shadow thrust forward, blasting bullets as he came.