"All right; take your time," and, while he was standing around waiting he asked the young lady who was holding the money who the young man was.
"Why, he is Mr. Olcott. Haven't you heard of him?"
"No, I never did. At least not that I can remember."
The young lady seemed to be quite surprised, and asked him if he had ever heard of Fred Fearnot.
"Oh, yes, I've heard of him in the public press many a time."
"Well, Mr. Olcott is Mr. Fearnot's partner, and they are both said to be the best shots in the United States."
The fellow looked straight at Terry as if trying to size him up. He hadn't really ever heard of Olcott to his recollection but shooting a gull on the wing with a revolver was such an extraordinary feat that he was willing to take the chances. He had seen him bring down one gull and like the majority of men who take chances, decided that it was impossible for it to be done very often.
By and by he looked up and saw a gull sailing over the deck and sung out:
"There's a good shot. Try him."
Terry raised his gun and fired so quickly that none of the spectators thought that he had even taken aim. The bullet struck the gull squarely in the breast, and, of course, the bird came tumbling down right into the group of passengers.