With a shout the boys welcomed the suggestion, and while the agent set up a tin can some thirty paces from the bough hut, they broke out their rifles.
“You’re oldest, you shoot first,” said Ted to his brother.
“All right!” And throwing his rifle to his shoulder, Phil sighted it a moment, then fired.
To the surprise of the former member of the reclamation service, the can was torn from the branch which held it.
“Good boy, Phil! Do it again!” cried his brother, when he had replaced the target.
Three more times the boy fired, standing at different distances, and three more times the can went spinning.
“Thought you hadn’t shot much?” exclaimed Andy.
“Nor have I. Only four or five times, before today, all told.”
“H’m! Try it with your 44.”
The results with the revolver were as good, and their agent was both surprised and delighted.