Then the dude fired, and, accompanied by Cholly, he hastened forward to the tree.
A great shout went up from both city sportsmen.
“I knew it, deah boy!” cried Archie, in great delight. “Didn’t I tell you so?”
“Is it possible he hit the tree?” muttered Browning, in surprise, as he and Frank went forward to see what had happened.
“Look there, gentlemen!” cried Archie, proudly pointing at the card. “That shows what I can do with a gun that will shoot, don’t yer ’now!”
“By Jawve! it’s wonderful!” exclaimed Cholly, in amazement.
“Not at all, deah boy—not at all!” declared Archie, stiffening up. “I knew what I could do with a good wifle.”
“Of course,” agreed Cholly, doubtingly; “but it is—aw—ah—wemarkable what a differwunce there ith in the two wifles.”
“Well, may I be hanged!” grunted Bruce Browning, as he stared at the card, as if doubting the evidence of his eyes.