It was a splendid piece of shooting.
The professor missed. He did not even hit the tree. Tad took a
piece out of the edge of the target the first time. The second he
placed a bullet just inside the outer edge, which McKay pronounced
to be excellent shooting. That was high praise from a man like
Billy McKay.
Ned did not know whether he wanted to try that shot or not. McKay
explained how to draw quickly and at what point of the whirl to draw,
but try as he would Rector could not hit the mark. Once he chipped
a piece of bark from the tree, which brought a yell from the boys.
"The trouble with you lads is that you grip your guns too tightly.
Take a light hold on the butt of your revolver. Toy with it. It's
the fellow with the feather-weight touch that does the best work with
the revolver. He is the man to look out for."
"That's the way I always shoot," declared Chunky pompously. "If
there's one shot that I can make better than another it's that one
you fellows have been trying. Why, I could pink that target with
my eyes shut."
"Try it. See what you can do. Perhaps you may beat us all, who
knows?" grinned McKay.
"I don't say that I can beat _you_, but I can shoot as well as these
amateurs who have been trying it. I can---"
"Look here, are you going to make that shot, Chunky?" demanded Rector.
"Yes. Got any objections?" asked Chunky turning to Rector with great
deliberation.
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