Bruce did so, and Cholly hastened to pin the card onto the tree. It happened to be the ace of spades.
When the card was fastened to the tree, Archie retired a respectable distance and prepared to shoot.
“Right here,” said Frank, “is where he finds out it was not his rifle that caused his bad shooting.”
“And he is liable to want to change back after he finds it out,” grunted Browning.
“Well, I shall change with him if he does,” said Frank.
“What? You wouldn’t give up that rifle now you have it?”
“If he wants to do so, I shall change back without a word.”
“Well, you are queer!”
Archie lifted the rifle to his shoulder and aimed long and carefully. The weapon was seen to wobble in a way that was actually painful to witness.
“He couldn’t hit a house!” growled Bruce, in disgust.