"How many?" asked Walter, crawling up to him.
"See only one."
"Take your time, Chunky," cautioned Tad in a low voice. "Draw a careful bead on the fellow and let him have it."
"Over your shoulder?"
"Sure. You never'll hit him without a rest."
Once more they held their breath.
At last Stacy exerted a gentle pressure on the trigger.
There followed a flash and a roar.
"O-u-u-c-h!" yelled the fat boy.
The end of the telescope had kicked him violently in the eye as the gun went off.