He aimed carefully and missed again.
Then Kate touched him on the arm and said, “Do you not see all your shots have gone one way--to the right, low down. Aim at the right-hand corner to the left, just outside the black.”
“You try,” said Jan, and threw down a penny with one hand and passed the gun to Kate with the other.
The girl aimed, and put her arrow into the bull’s-eye.
She handed back the gun, saying to Pooke, “The barrel is crooked, that is why your shot went wrong.”
“Try again, Kitty.”
She shook her head.
“Well,” said Jan, “I’ll follow your directions.”
He fired, and his shot flew into space beyond the target. “There!” he exclaimed reproachfully, turning to the girl.
“The woman changed the gun,” said Kate. “Now aim at the centre, and I will soon tell you what is wrong.”