"
A trap was sprung, and Danny blazed away.
"Missed!" said Dismal.
"And Danny is our crack shot!" moaned Bink. "The papers will say
to-night that our shooting was like a lot of schoolgirls."
"How?" asked Merriwell.
"All misses! Yah! Watch me smash one of those blackbirds into dust."
Bink went forward with much seeming confidence--and missed, too.
"Of course I didn't want to take away all the courage of you fellows by
hitting the first bird," he blandly explained. "But I could have done
it."
The conditions for shooting were fair, for the wind was not so strong as
it had been earlier in the day. Several shots were made, together with a
number of hits. Then Buck Badger's name was called, and he went up to
the line with Merriwell's gun. One of the boys who was manipulating the
traps sprung the middle one, and the bird shot swiftly off to the right.
It was a rather difficult target, but Badger knocked the clay bird into
dust.
"A good shot!" some one called from the crowd.
"It was a good shot!" Merriwell commented.
Dismal Jones followed Badger, and knocked down the straightaway bird
which was sprung from the right-hand trap.
"Now the earth will fall!" squeaked Bink, for Browning's name was
called, and Bruce got up lazily from the ground and walked slowly into
position.
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