“No, of course you must pay the gloves.”
“Shoot away, then. Ah, that will do,” he cried, as the second arrow struck considerably above the hat, “I shall get my gloves yet,” and he handed the third arrow. They were too intent on the business in hand to observe that Mr. and Mrs. Porter and several guests were already on the hand-bridge which crossed the haw-haw.
Mary drew her third arrow, paused a moment, loosed it, and this time with fatal aim.
The boys rushed to the target, towards which Mary and Tom also hurried, Mr. and Mrs. Porter and the new comers following more quietly.
“Oh, look here—what fun,” said Charley, as Tom came up, holding up the hat, spiked on the arrow, which he had drawn out of the target.
“What a wicked shot,” he said, taking the hat and turning to Mary. “Look here, you have actually gone through three places—through crown, and side, and brim.”
Mary began to feel quite sorry at her own success, and looked at the wounded hat sorrowfully.
“Hullo, look here—here's papa and mamma and some people, and we ain't dressed. Come along, Neddy,” and the boys made off towards the back premises, while Mary and Tom, turning round, found themselves in the presence of Mr. and Mrs. Porter, Mrs. Brown, and two or three other guests.