“You won’t if you haven’t improved your aim any since we were camping this summer.”
“I can shoot better than you can,” retorted Nat.
“Like pie!” exclaimed Bony, discharging a whole volley of knuckle-bone shots.
“Why, you missed that big muskrat you aimed at, the day before Jack and I were kidnapped!” taunted Nat.
“Yes, but you joggled my arm.”
“I did not.”
“You did so.”
“Hold on,” interposed Jack in a quiet voice. “All the passengers are laughing at you two.”
“I don’t care,” replied Nat. “I guess I can shoot as good as he can.”