Bruce disliked a light gun, and carried a heavy ten-gage,
notwithstanding the fact that trap-shooting rules required the users of
such guns to shoot from a longer distance. He believed that the heavier
weight and heavier load more than offset this.
Danny stuck his fingers into his ears as Bruce stood ready to fire the
"cannon." Then there was a thunderous report, as the clay bird flew
through the air, and was knocked to pieces by the impact of the shot.
"Was it an earthquake?" asked Bink, falling back on the ground. "He'll
be wanting to shoot a Krupp gun next!"
"Watch me this time!" said Danny, as he stepped into position. "It's
easier for me to do difficult things. If those traps would only throw
out a dozen birds at once, I'd show you some nice work!"
"Yes, you might get one out of the whole flock," said Diamond. "If it
was a very dense flock, you might get two."
Ten rounds had been fired, and two birds were to be thrown now at the
same time at unknown angles.
"Ready?" asked the boy.
"Pull!" commanded Danny, throwing up his gun.
The birds flew, but Danny did not shoot.
"I thought one was going to jump out of the right-hand trap," he
grinned, "and it didn't."
"Give him another chance," said Dismal. "He oughtn't to be forgiven for
anything, but we'll forgive him.
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