“Well, I have a pretty fair reputation there.”
“Don’t you want to shoot, kid?” asked Ben, turning to Gerald.
“I wouldn’t mind,” said Gerald with alacrity.
“Kin he shoot?” asked Abe, turning to the tourist.
“I don’t know. I never saw him try it,” answered Brooke.
Indeed, Noel Brooke awaited the result with considerable curiosity. He had never heard Gerald speak of his rifle practise, and had no idea whether he was skilful or not. The fact is, however, that in the three years Gerald had lived with his father in Colorado he had had large experience in hunting, for it was upon this that the two depended largely for their supplies of food. Gerald had a quick eye, and steady hand, and he had practised a good deal by himself, being ambitious to gain skill with the rifle. He had succeeded so well that as soon as the second contest was proposed he was anxious to enter, but felt rather bashful about suggesting it himself. When, however, Ben mentioned it he accepted at once.
“You kin use the rifle, kid, can you?” asked Abe a little doubtfully.
“Yes, a little.”
“We can’t expect too much of a boy like you, but you’ll learn after a while.”
Gerald smiled inwardly, and determined to give the brothers a little surprise.