The Frenchman fired again, making an equally good shot.
When he had fired ten, young Jack for the first time broke silence.
"I don't believe he could do that in the field with a live adversary and a loaded pistol opposite him."
The Frenchman again pulled the trigger, but the eleventh shot flew wide of the mark.
Almost foaming with passion at having missed his aim, he dashed the weapon to the ground.
"I must request the gentleman who spoke to stand the test."
"With great pleasure," responded Jack, coolly.
The Frenchman stared at the speaker.
"Bah! I don't fight with boys."
"Then I shall proclaim to all Paris that you are a cur, and try to back out of a quarrel when your challenge is accepted."