The board was reversed, a second disc was drawn, and the three marksmen prepared to repeat their shots.
“Shoot first, kid!” said Ben.
“No, I’m the youngest, I would rather follow.”
“I won’t shoot this time,” said the tourist. “It’s no use. You can all beat me.”
The shooting took place in the same order. Ben did about as well as before, but Abe, though coming nearer, failed this time to hit the bull’s-eye.
“Now it’s your turn, boy!” he said.
A minute after there was another shout of surprise.
A second time Gerald had hit the bull’s-eye, thus making the best record.
“You ain’t a Britisher, be you?” asked Abe, mortified.
“No, I am a native-born American, and proud of it,” returned Gerald.