“Just wait till they shoot with the rifles. He’ll walk away from ’em!” added Paul Halliday.
It must be admitted that the Rovers and their chums were somewhat disappointed that the score stood four points in favor of Brassy.
“Now, Fred, do your best,” whispered Andy to his cousin, as the latter went to the front after carefully examining the rifle handed to him by Captain Dale.
The firearm was a light affair, but of approved pattern and supposed to be quite accurate for use at a distance of two hundred yards.
Fred took longer to aim with the rifle than he had with the pistol, and there was a breathless silence until after the report rang out.
“A four!”
“That’s the stuff, Fred!”
“Now, Brassy, let us see what you can do!”
As confident as ever, Brassy Bangs came to the front, took the rifle handed to him, and shot rather hastily.
“A three!”