“And I’m doing the best I can,” asserted the young lieutenant.
At the long-distance range Lewis Barrow was the first of the four to show his skill. He was a young Westerner, and had a great familiarity with firearms. He shot quickly and neatly, making a score of 10.
“Hurrah! That gives Lew Barrow a total of forty points!”
“Good work, Lew! I guess that gold medal is yours.”
“Not much!” returned the Westerner, with a faint smile. “I didn’t do very well. I guess the wind was against me.”
The next to shoot was Fred, and to the amazement of many of those looking on, the youngest Rover made a score of 15, giving him a total of forty-two points.
“Good work, Fred!” cried Jack, grasping his cousin by the hand.
“Oh, it takes our Fred to do it!” cried Andy, dancing around. And then he had to turn a couple of handsprings to relieve his feelings.
“Huh! you just wait till Gabe shoots,” said Bill Glutts.
“He’s the one to win that gold medal!” piped in Codfish.