“There,” said Frank, as he leaned the board against a tree, “that makes a good target.”
“By Jawve!” exclaimed Archie. “It’s verwy small, don’t yer ’now!”
“Oh, that is large enough. We will stand down there by that knoll. That is a fair shot.”
“What?” gurgled Archie, astonished. “Why, that is a dweadful distance!”
He walked off about fifteen yards, and then turned about, observing:
“I weally think this is faw enough.”
“Why, it will be no job to hit that spot every time at this distance,” said Frank.
“Haw!” exclaimed Elmer, giving Frank a scornful look. “Anyone would think you are weally a cwack shot to heah you talk.”
“I do not claim to be a great shot,” said Frank; “but it would be an accident if I missed that black spot at this distance once out of fifty times.”
“I don’t believe you can hit it at all,” said Cholly.