"I can't shoot for sour apples and you know it. I suppose you want to have a good laugh at me," said Bill. "All right, here goes!" He laid down his money and received the little rifle.
"No moving targets for me," he said to the man in charge. "And I want the biggest target you have, at that."
"Here is one we let the ladies shoot at," the gallery man laughed. He put up a brilliant affair of different colored rings encircling a large black spot.
"That is the thing for me," said Bill.
"Us ladies!" jeered Frank, laughing.
"Shoot!" commanded Lee.
Bill aimed, breathed hard, blinked and pulled the trigger violently.
There was a black hole in the outside ring.
"Good boy!" said Bill, patting himself. "Good boy! 'If at first you don't succeed, try, try again.' I have just three tries, I believe."
The next shot was a trifle closer. Bill held a little steadier. The last shot he took his time about and pulled carefully, using his finger instead of his whole side. A bell clanged. He had actually hit the bull's eye! Bill fell against Lee in a make-believe faint.