"Keep your eye on father," I said, training the gun on the Rathhaus. I managed to conceal my surprise when the building fell at the first attempt.
"I shall knock you endways," I said.
The second shot hit the fallen Rathhaus, so I shifted the muzzle of the gun a little to the left. The buildings seemed well bunched together at this point.
It was a magnificent shot; the projectile skimmed past the church steeple as well-regulated shells should do, without damaging it, and swept away two buildings immediately behind it.
"That's some shooting," I said. "How many am I?"
"Nothing," said Peter.
"Look here, young man," I said, "explain yourself. First the Rathhaus."
"That's five," said Peter, "because it's so big and easy to hit."
I hadn't thought of that.
"Then there's this house—ten," said Peter.