“Now just suppose that one was an Indian,” exclaimed John, taking careful aim at an unsuspecting lily bud. The sharp spit of the little rifle followed and the bullet struck the water some two feet the other side of the “Indian.”
“You’ll have to do better than that,” laughed Grant. “We’ll all be scalped in a minute unless you get him. Let me try.”
John passed over the gun and on his first attempt Grant split the bulb clearly in halves.
“Good shot, Grant,” exclaimed John. “You saved our lives.”
“Just suppose that had been a lion or a tiger or a rhinoceros or some animal like that charging down upon us,” said Grant. “Suppose we were caught in a little ravine and we either had to kill the animal or be killed ourselves. What would you do?”
“I’d probably be so scared I’d faint or something,” laughed John.
“It would take nerve all right, wouldn’t it?”
“More than I’ve got, I’m afraid.”
“Oh, I don’t know. I think most people are brave when it comes right down to the point.”
“I hope I’d be, anyway,” exclaimed John. “I think a coward is about the worst thing in the world.”