The Irishman obeyed this, and had his gun reloaded in a few moments.
"Now let me try my hand," said Elwood; "you can never hit him."
"Be all manes, if yez wish it."
"The piece is too heavy for me to shoot off-hand and I'll rest it on my knee."
The boy took the gun, and placing the barrel on his knee, drew back the hammer, when presto! the savage whisked out of sight like magic. The noble aborigine had come to the conclusion that discretion was the better part of valor.
"Where is he?" asked the bewildered boy, rising to his feet and looking around him.
"He is gone," replied Howard.
"I admire his sense; he doesn't care about being shot just yet."
Howard laughed.
"You have a good opinion of your marksmanship, Elwood, and he seems to fear you more than Tim."