"Then I'll take it and put up a hundred dollars," said the second man.
"Well, that calls for ten thousand from me," replied Terry, and again he waited for a good shot.
Finally another gull came flying over, about twice as high as the first two.
Terry was going to wait for another chance, when the bettor angrily exclaimed that he must want a bird to alight on the muzzle of his revolver.
"Why, surely you don't expect to have me shoot at a bird that is really out of range, do you?"
"No, but that wasn't out of range."
"My friend, you don't know anything about distance on either land or water. That gull is at least a hundred yards above us," and nearly every man on the deck agreed with Terry, but the bettor became rather sarcastic and asked if he expected the bird to knock his hat off with one of its wings.
"Here comes another one," sung out somebody, and, looking up, they saw another gull about the same height from the deck. The bettor remarked:
"Oh, he's too high."
Everybody recognized the sneer in his tone. Terry, however, raised his revolver and fired, and the gull came fluttering, down with one of its wings actually cut off.