"You are wrong. There were no holes in the hat. Now there are two.
Stacy sent two bullets through my hat instead of one."
"Hooray!" shouted the boys.
"I didn't think it of you, Brown," smiled the captain. "I take back all I have said against your character and your ability."
"Oh, don't mention it. That's nothing. I usually shoot my hat full of holes before breakfast every morning when I'm home. Anybody else want his hat transformed into a sieve?"
"I think you have done quite enough," returned the professor. "You have done fully as well as I could have done. Ahem!"
"Really remarkable shooting for tenderfeet," declared the captain.
"Tenderfeet? Well, I like that!" grumbled Stacy. "Why, I'm a lion fighter, I am!"
"And a snake man as well," grinned the Ranger.
"Yes. I'm no tenderfoot. Did I run away when the shooting was going on last night? I guess not. I——-"
"No, he was too scared to run," snorted Rector.