"A good shot!" some one called from the crowd.
"It was a good shot!" Merriwell commented.
Dismal Jones followed Badger, and knocked down the straightaway bird which was sprung from the right-hand trap.
"Now the earth will fall!" squeaked Bink, for Browning's name was called, and Bruce got up lazily from the ground and walked slowly into position. Bruce disliked a light gun, and carried a heavy ten-gage, notwithstanding the fact that trap-shooting rules required the users of such guns to shoot from a longer distance. He believed that the heavier weight and heavier load more than offset this.
Danny stuck his fingers into his ears as Bruce stood ready to fire the "cannon." Then there was a thunderous report, as the clay bird flew through the air, and was knocked to pieces by the impact of the shot.
"Was it an earthquake?" asked Bink, falling back on the ground. "He'll be wanting to shoot a Krupp gun next!"
"Watch me this time!" said Danny, as he stepped into position. "It's easier for me to do difficult things. If those traps would only throw out a dozen birds at once, I'd show you some nice work!"
"Yes, you might get one out of the whole flock," said Diamond. "If it was a very dense flock, you might get two."
Ten rounds had been fired, and two birds were to be thrown now at the same time at unknown angles.
"Ready?" asked the boy.