‘Which one?’ said Keith.
‘Why, the one I shot.’
‘But this is the one you shot at?’
Ignatious laughed quietly and said,—
‘The one I shot will never run again; I shot him just behind the shoulder.’
Keith stared at him and thought he was being fooled again, so did not say anything more, but followed Ignatious, only to be led to a dead oribe, shot dead through the heart—the bullet had penetrated the buck just behind the shoulder, as Ignatious had said he intended it to do.
Keith thought to himself, ‘I wish I could fire a shot like that, and be as sure of it too. Why, it was three hundred yards away if it was one.’
CHAPTER XXIV
ANOTHER TRY
After a pleasant evening and a good supper, our party went to bed, Steve and Theron occupying the bed of the old people, while Harrison, Steve’s cousin and Keith took possession of the boys’ room; those who were thus ejected, satisfying themselves with a shake down on the floor of the dining-room and kitchen respectively. At whatever sacrifice, the guests must be made comfortable!