Craig Carter again took his bow and stepped forward to shoot. He held himself easily and gracefully and drew the arrow to the head with a steady hand.
Whir-r-r—thud!
The shaft, in its whirring course through the air, arose higher than the top of the target, but dropped lower just before it hit, and struck in the pad of twisted straw with a dull thud.
“Five—in the blue!” called the marker, coming out from behind the tree where he had screened himself, and drawing the arrow from the target.
“Heavens! Can’t I do better than that?” Carter growled.
Sep Colson had the lists of the members of the two clubs, and he called Jack Diamond’s name next.
Diamond stepped forward confidently and let his arrow fly.
“In the blue—five!” announced the marker.
“Well, it’s a tie, anyway!” said Diamond, with a disappointed laugh.
“By chaowder, it ain’t so derned easy to hit that air thing as it might be!” drawled Gallup. “I think I’d stand a heap sight better show to strike gold with a shovel an’ pick in Alasky.”