"
"Here's the money," answered Charley Dodge, producing five cents.
"Now, Whopper, don't make more than three bull's-eyes."
"I'm going to make twenty-'leven," answered the boy called Whopper.
"Don't you know that I once went into a gallery in the city and
made one hundred bull's-eyes in succession? The proprietor fainted
and didn't get over it for two months."
"Phew! That's the biggest whopper yet!" ejaculated Giant. "Nothing
like living up to your reputation."
The boy who could tell big stories on all occasions took up the
rifle and shot three times with care, and as a result placed three
inner rings to his credit.
"That isn't bad," said Shep Reed. "But Snap is the boss rifleman
of this crowd."
"Then we must make him the leader of our gun club," put in Giant.
"What do you say, fellows?"
"That's it!" cried the others.
"Have you fellows got a gun club?" came from the man who kept the
shooting gallery, curiously.
"We've got something of that sort," answered the newly declared
leader. "You see, we expect to go out on a hunting tour this
fall and so we got together and called ourselves a gun club.
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