"Cloten, pay forfeit!" cried Oldenburg, jingling money in his pocket.
"Centre!" was heard once more from the target
"You see?" said Cloten, handing his pistol to another servant to be loaded again.
"I think we had better take another aim or a greater distance," said Oswald; "with a bull's-eye the size of a dollar, and only forty feet off, Baron Cloten and I will have to fire a long time before the match is decided. Are there any cards to be had?"
"I am content," said Cloten.
"Have you any cards, Frederick?" Baron Barnewitz asked.
"Yes, sir!"
"Take away the target and nail an ace of spades against the tree!"
"Of course, we shall only count the balls that pierce the ace itself, or at least touch it," said Oswald.
"Of course!" said Cloten.