"The trouble with you lads is that you grip your guns too tightly. Take a light hold on the butt of your revolver. Toy with it. It's the fellow with the feather-weight touch that does the best work with the revolver. He is the man to look out for."
"That's the way I always shoot," declared Chunky pompously. "If there's one shot that I can make better than another it's that one you fellows have been trying. Why, I could pink that target with my eyes shut."
"Try it. See what you can do. Perhaps you may beat us all, who knows?" grinned McKay.
"I don't say that I can beat you, but I can shoot as well as these amateurs who have been trying it. I can—-"
"Look here, are you going to make that shot, Chunky?" demanded Rector.
"Yes. Got any objections?" asked Chunky turning to Rector with great deliberation.
"Not the least, if you'd kindly hold your fire till I can get behind a rock or a thick tree."
"Yes, that's the place for you, I reckon. All ready, Mr. McKay?"
"It's up to you," smiled the Ranger. "Does it make any particular difference to you which way I whirl?" asked the fat boy.
"Not in the least. You may stand on your head and whirl if it will suit you better."