Hodge's gun was so nearly like it
that they could scarcely be told apart.
Morton Agnew and Donald Pike came on the grounds before the shooting
began. Merriwell observed that Badger affected not to notice them, but
the Westerner was plainly annoyed.
"Perhaps you would like to shoot!" said Merriwell, going over to Badger
with his gun. "I can let you have the use of my gun. Hodge has one just
like it, and all our other fellows have good guns. So, if you'd like to
shoot! It's all right, and as good as they make them."
The Kansan was plainly pleased.
"And I can let you have shells."
"I'll take the gun, Merriwell," he said, balancing it in his hands and
looking it over. "But I can't let you furnish shells, when I can buy all
I want right here on the grounds. And there is no reason why you can't
shoot with it, too."
"None at all, old man, only I thought likely you wouldn't want to mix in
with our crowd. I can shoot Bart's gun."
Badger flushed and his face darkened. He was on the point of saying
something bitter against Hodge.
"I didn't intend to shoot when I came out," he said, choking down the
angry utterance, "or I should have brought a gun. In fact, I didn't
start for this place at all. But I'm here now, and I reckon my fingers
would never get done itching if I couldn't get to pull a trigger.
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