“Good idea,” he said. “Don’t throw it, but push it right away from you as though you were punching some one. You get it too high.”
“Oh, I was just fooling with it,” said Pete.
“I know; but you try it, and don’t let it go so high.”
The first attempt was a dismal failure, the shot scarcely covering twenty feet. Billy’s presence embarrassed the performer.
“Try it again,” said Billy. Pete hesitated. Then,
“All right,” he said, cheerfully.
This time he did better than ever, and Billy paced off the distance.
“About thirty-two feet,” he announced. “That’ll do for to-day.”
“Huh?” said Pete.
“That’s enough for this time. You don’t want to lame your muscles, if you haven’t done it already.”