Why, even old Jed Sanborn couldn't do
better than that."
Charley Dodge, a bright, manly boy of fifteen, laid down the rifle
on the counter in the shooting gallery and smiled quietly. "I
guess it was more luck than anything, Shep," he replied. "Perhaps
I couldn't do it again."
"Nonsense," came from Sheppard Reed, also a boy of fifteen. "You
have got it in you to shoot straight and that is all there is to
it. I only wish I could shoot as well."
"How did you fellows make out?" came from a third youth, as he
entered the gallery. He was sixteen years old but hardly as large
as the average lad of ten.
"Snap just made three bull's-eyes!" cried Shep Red. "Made them
as easily as pie, too."
"And what did you make?"
"Made one bull's-eye and two inner rings. Are you going to try your
luck, Giant?"
"Humph!---I don't think I can hit the back of the building unless
they move it up to me," answered Will Caslette. "But I'll take
a chance," he added, turning to the keeper of the gallery and
fishing five cents from his pocket. "Got to learn to shoot if
I'm going on a hunt, you know," he went on, to his chums.
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