"And you saw the shooting match?"
"Yes."
"And did Owen take part in it?"
"Yes."
"Oh, do tell me, sir."
"Good evening, Mr. Howard," said Stayford, turning toward the farmer, who had just then walked out into the yard in the full light of the blazing fire-place. "I have just been trying to tell this young lady all about her brother's victory; but she won't listen to me."
"Then he won," exclaimed Bertha, in boisterous glee.
"Yes—yes, he won—outshot the whole State."
"He can certainly handle a rifle," said the father.
"That he can. I reckon he'll never meet his equal."