“Can’t help it. The target has not been touched. You can see for yourself.”
Dave ran forward, and so did all of the others. There was Pelton’s shot and all of the others’, each marked with chalk.
“I know wot he did!” shouted one old frontiersman.
“And so do I!” added Henry, triumphantly. “It’s been done before, too.”
“What?” came in a chorus.
“His bullet is on top of mine, directly in the center of the bull’s-eye.”
“Can that be possible?” cried the officer in charge. “We’ll soon see.”
He got out his penknife and began to dig at the hole in the middle of the target. Soon one bullet came up, and another was revealed beneath it.
“Dave Morris gets the second prize, and Pelton takes third!”
“And Gasway and the others get nothing,” said one of the soldiers. “Gasway, maybe you won’t blow so much after this.”