He raised the rifle to his shoulder, and when quite ready he let fly.
The bullet struck the bull’s-eye, a little more exactly, if possible, than Abe’s.
There was a shout of surprise.
“Why, he’s hit the bull’s-eye!” exclaimed Ben, running forward to examine the target.
“So he has!” cried Noel Brooke joyfully, for he was delighted by his young companion’s unexpected success.
“It’s an accident!” said Abe jealously. “He couldn’t do it again?”
“Can you?” asked Brooke, turning to Gerald.
“I don’t know. I think so.”
“Then have a second trial.”