“That is a wonderful gun, thir!” cried Archie, still failing to give Frank any particular credit for his skill, but seeming to think the gun was entirely responsible for the rather remarkable display of shooting.
“Yes; it is a very good rifle,” nodded Frank, smilingly; “but it is not such a handsome weapon as that one you have.”
“What is a handsome wifle good faw if it won’t shoot!” burst forth Archie’s friend.
“That’s it,” sighed Archie, himself. “I wish I owned that wifle,” he declared, looking longingly at Frank’s weapon.
“How will you swap?” asked Merry, promptly.
“Oh, I’ll thwap!” cried Elmer, eagerly. “I know I could hit thomething with that wifle. But I paid two hundrwed dollahs faw this one.”
“And I paid twenty-eight dollars for this one,” laughed Frank. “Quite a difference.”
“How much money will you give togethaw with that wifle faw mine, thir?” asked Archie.
“You must remember that I have not tried your rifle.”