"Oh, say! this is no fun," complained the smaller boy after a bit. "I'm getting hit all the while and you don't get any at all."
"I do so! I got hit twice!"
"Well, that was when I threw cannon balls up in the air and they came down on your head like rain."
"Well, you shoot me a few more times and then I'll let you come into the fort," agreed Russ. "I'll pull down the flag and surrender. Go on, shoot me some more!"
So Laddie got together more paper "bullets" and "cannon balls" and threw them at his brother. But hardly any of them hit Russ. The fort was a good protection and with the flag floating from the top of the hill made a fine place for him to stay.
"This is the last time I'm going to shoot!" cried Laddie, and he took good aim with a large wad of paper which he called a "double cannon ball."
He threw it at Russ and then, from some point back of the fort another "cannon ball" came sailing into it, flying off and hitting Laddie's brother.
"Ouch! Quit that!" cried Russ. "'Tisn't fair throwing sand! A lot of it went down my neck."
"I didn't throw sand!" said Laddie.
"Yes, you did, too! That last cannon ball you threw had a lot of sand wrapped up in it."