“He cut out the spot all right,” laughed Frank.
“I suppose such miracles do happen occasionally,” muttered the big Yale man; “but it seems hard to believe.”
“I’ll have to give my new rifle a trial now,” said Merry, as he took the cards from Bruce and ran them over till he came to the ace of clubs. “We’ll see if I can shoot with it.”
“But I hope, thir,” said Archie, quickly, “that you will not expect me to change back if you find you cawn’t hit anything with it?”
“Oh, no,” smiled Frank; “but I rather fancy it will shoot better than you thought, Mr. Elmer.”
“I gave it a verwy good twial,” said Archie, stiffly.
“Verwy,” nodded Cholly.
The card was fastened to the tree, and then they retreated till the spot upon it scarcely showed.
There was a hurriedly whispered conversation between the city sportsmen as Frank took his position and prepared to shoot.