“What has he done, deah boy?” asked Cholly, coming up.
“Look!” gasped Elmer, holding out the card.
Frank had shot the five spots off the card with five bullets!
“Weally, I nevah saw anything like that!” declared Archie. “He must have a splendid shooting gun, don’t yer ’now.”
“It is most remarkable,” drawled Cholly, still staring at the card.
Frank laughed as he refilled the magazine of his rifle with cartridges.
There was a chattering scream out over the river, and a kingfisher came flitting along like a blue streak.
Merriwell wheeled and took a snap shot at the bird. It was more of a chance shot than anything else, as Frank afterward confessed to Browning, but the bird dropped into the water and floated down the stream with the current, its head shot off.
That capped the climax.