“This rifle is no good!” he growled. “It doesn’t shoot straight.”
“It is the rifle I used,” said a student who had made forty-six points.
“And I used it too,” said another, who had made forty-two points.
“I don’t care, it doesn’t shoot straight,” growled the bully.
“You do not hold the rifle just right, Baxter,” said Captain Putnam. “Take it this way,” and he illustrated what he was saying.
Jack was right when he said the horse-dealer, Haverick, would try to make trouble. Early the following morning the man called at the Hall and demanded to see Captain Putnam.
“I understand one of your scholars shot my dog,” said Sam Haverick. His face wore a deep scowl.
“You are Mr. Haverick, the horse-dealer?” questioned the captain, politely.
“I am.”
“Yes, the dog was shot because he was mad and wanted to bite Mrs. Bennington.”