"
"Spit on your hands!" some one yelled.
Danny put down his gun, very deliberately spat on his hands, then took
up his gun again.
"Pull!" he commanded.
Two birds flew--one from the right-hand trap and one from the middle
trap. Bang! bang! Danny fired at both, but the birds sailed on and
descended in the grass.
"These shells aren't any good!" he asserted, looking wonderingly into
the powder-stained barrels of the gun. "Or else this gun isn't choked
right for trap shooting. I held on both of those birds."
"You mean you aren't choked right for trap shooting," said Bink, as
Danny came back.
"I'll choke you!" Danny cried, hurling himself on Stubbs and gripping
him by the throat.
"Stop it!" commanded Bruce, as they struggled on the grass. "If you
don't, we'll fire you out of the crowd."
Jack Diamond did the best shooting this time, cleanly killing both
birds. Merriwell and others struck both birds, but Diamond made the
cleanest kill. Danny ambled out again with his repeater, and this time
brought down a bird.
"Talk about easy things!" he spouted, thrusting out his chest as he
pranced back.
"That's right!" howled Bink. "You're the easiest thing on the planet.
That bird was broken and all ready to fall to pieces when it left the
trap.
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