Brooke fired, striking the disc about two inches from the bull’s-eye.
“That’s good!” cried Ben. “Now I’ll show what I can do.”
He raised the rifle carelessly and struck the disc an inch nearer the bull’s-eye than the tourist.
“I’ve beat you,” he said gleefully.
“And I’ll beat you, Ben,” added Abe.
He raised the rifle, took careful aim, and struck the bull’s-eye.
“That’s the way Americans shoot,” said he. “We don’t give in to anybody in shootin’.”
“You’ve both beaten me,” said Brooke good-naturedly, “and I expected you would.”
“You shoot pretty well for an Englishman,” said Abe magnanimously. “I reckon you’d be called a crack shot in England?”