'And not very fortunately either--I miss very often,' rejoined the Jesuit sighing. 'Here the competition will be splendid. But where are the prizes.'
'What prizes?' the Prince asked, a little surprised.
'Your Highness must pardon me,' answered Guarini, 'but to put it plainly, those who prove the best marksmen ought to get some souvenir for their skill.'
'I had not thought of that,' the Prince replied, looking round as if searching for someone.
'If it is permitted me,' said Guarini bowing, 'I will offer five prizes. I cannot give much, for I am poor, but for the amusement of my beloved lord, I deposit my modest gift at his feet.'
The Prince's eyes brightened.
'What? What?' he asked.
'It is my secret!' said the Padre, 'I cannot disclose it until the right time.'
He pointed to the shanty.
'My prizes are there. There are five of them for the five best shots.'