“Targets.”
“Are we going to do that?”
“Sure, and the ones who make the best scores will be promoted, I understand. The officers always do that. They are going to try out the apprentices, to see who is good enough to qualify for the sharpshooting record of the station.”
Hickey’s eyes glowed. As soon as possible thereafter he excused himself. Boarding a street car, he returned to the station.
“What do you think, Dan?” questioned Sam, as soon as he had gotten his chum off away from the others.
“Well, what is it? Been getting into more trouble, young man?”
“Not I. It’s news, and you’ll say it’s real news when you hear it.”
“Well, I am listening,” smiled Dan good-naturedly.
Sam’s face was flushed with excitement, for this had been an eventful day for him.
“Tell me all about it?”