"Well, I guess I can borrow that much from Cap Saunders or Mr. Wilson, here, and pay you the cash," he replied.
"No, I don't want the money—I want your note written on this card, signed by a bullet shot by you through the centre of the ace at ten paces."
Saying which, I produced the card I had prepared and read the inscription to him.
"Now, I'll tack the card up on this tree here," I continued, "and you are to stand with your back against the card, pistol in hand, step off ten paces, 'bout face, and fire a bullet through the ace. And if you don't knock the centre out it's no go—I'll have to write another note on another ace and you'll have to try it again."
"Huh! that's easy," said Bill with a grin of confidence. "You won't have to waste any more of your cards."
I knew he could do it, even at twenty paces, for I had seen him perform such feats before. With the utmost indifference, he backed up to the card on the tree, stepped off ten paces—good, long-legged measure—made a graceful "officer's about face," instantly firing, without apparently taking aim, as he came around facing the card; and we could all see the hole in the centre of the bright-red ace.
"By George, that's good shooting!" exclaimed Saunders in unfeigned astonishment. "Can you do it again, Bill, or was that just an accident?"
"I'll put another ball in the same hole for you," replied the scout carelessly as he threw up his pistol and fired.
Saunders' and Wilson's incredulity prompted them to step up to the tree and examine the card closely.
"Guess you must have missed the whole tree that time, Bill," said the captain after scrutinizing the card and tree carefully. "The hole isn't made any larger that I can see and I can't find any other hole in the tree."