"Ah, Toots, going to show us how to shoot to-day?" asked a student.
"Sure," replied Sam. "I'll give you a few lessons. Lend me your gun."
"Here you go, Tootsy old chap," added another cadet, passing over his rifle.
As all the cadets had not yet arrived discipline was rather lax, and the officers made no objection.
"Here's where I crack the bullseye first shot!" exclaimed Toots. He handled the gun as though he had long been used to it, and took quick aim. A sharp report followed, but there was no corresponding "ping" of the target to indicate a shot.
"Ha! Ha! Toots, you missed it altogether," cried Russell Glen, a first-year and somewhat sporty student in Dick's class.
"No, I didn't neither!" objected Sam. "It went clean through the target, that's why you didn't hear it. I'm a crack shot I am."
He really appeared to believe it, and was much disappointed when the marker called back that the bullet had gone about a foot over the target.
"Try again, Toots," said Glen.
"I will. This time I'll go right in the center."