“Store-room’s in a muddle,” said Mark.
“Put it right,” said the captain.
“I’ve got it.”
Bevis put the barrel in the stock, and began twisting the copper wire round to fasten it on. Mark searched for the powder-horn and shot-bag. Three strands were twisted neatly and firmly round the barrel and stock—one near the breech, one half-way up, the third near the muzzle. It was then secure.
“It looks like a real gun now,” said Mark.
“Put your finger on the touch-hole,” said Bevis. Mark did so, while he blew through the barrel.
“I can feel the air,” said Mark; “the barrel is clear. Shall I measure the powder?”
“Yes.”
Bevis shut the pan, Mark poured out the charge from the horn and inserted a wad of paper, which Bevis rammed home with the brass ramrod.
Bow-wow—bow-yow!