He declared that he had never missed an easy shot like that in
his life.
"Here, hit my hat," commanded Tad, tossing his sombrero into the air.
The fat boy watched the soaring hat with longing eyes.
"Shoot, shoot, why don't you?" jeered the Pony Rider Boys.
"All right if you say so."
Stacy's pistol stuck in the holster and by the time he had freed the
weapon the sombrero was only some seven or eight feet from the ground.
"Yeow!" howled the fat boy letting go two bullets with a speed that
they had no idea he possessed.
"It's a hit!" cried the professor.
Tad ran forward and picked up the hat.
"Well, what do you think of that?" he wondered.
"Did he hit it?" called Walter.
"Of course he did."
"Oh, pooh! That hole was in your sombrero before he shot," scoffed
Ned Rector.
"You are wrong. There were no holes in the hat. Now there are two.
Stacy sent two bullets through my hat instead of one."
"Hooray!" shouted the boys.
"I didn't think it of you, Brown," smiled the captain. "I take back
all I have said against your character and your ability."
"Oh, don't mention it. That's nothing. I usually shoot my hat full
of holes before breakfast every morning when I'm home. Anybody else
want his hat transformed into a sieve?"
"I think you have done quite enough," returned the professor. "You
have done fully as well as I could have done.
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