"I'll try again," said he.
"Yes, do," said the Sandwirth kindly; and looking round him as he spoke. There was not a smile, except on the face of Franz.
"You and I used often to shoot together," said Hofer. "Now then. Don't be in a hurry."
This time Spickbart hit the bull's eye. He was much applauded, and looked greatly elated.
"Ah, I thought I could!" said he, wagging his head. "The fault was only in my hand; not in my eye.—Now, you, Hofer."
"No, no," said Hofer.
"Oh yes, Sandwirth! Please, Sandwirth!" cried many voices.
"You silly boys," said he, looking about for his own rifle; "what do you want me to play with you for?"
A feather from some hat lay at his feet. He picked it up and gave it to Rudolf.