Again the Westerner killed his birds.
"Now, if Merry misses one, it will be another tie!" grunted Bart.
"Stop hawking through your tat—I mean——Oh, I don't know what I mean! But just keep still!" Rattleton almost breathlessly begged. "Merry is all right!"
And Rattleton's confidence was justified. Merry fired, with the same result.
"Pulverized 'em!" howled Bink.
"Smashed 'em into bug-dust!" squealed Danny.
"Bub-bub-beat Badger again!" sputtered Gamp.
A cheer of gratification went up from the circle of Frank's friends. Merriwell motioned to Rattleton to bring him some shells.
"Bring me Danny's gun, too!" he called; and Harry ran out to him with a box of shells that he knew were reliable and with Griswold's repeating shotgun.
"All three traps at once!" said Merriwell to the trap manipulators.