I paid the boy to fix it for you."
"You're another!" Danny declared. "I hit that bird fair and square. See
if you can do better."
"I'm going to hit both!" Bink declared, and for a wonder he did.
"Take me home to mommer!" squealed Danny.
"Talk about shooting!" exclaimed Bink, sticking his hat on the back of
his head. "What's the matter with that, eh?"
"Oh, you're a wonder!" exclaimed Danny. "Accidents are bound to happen
sometimes, you know."
Browning made clean misses, and Diamond got only one bird. The shooting
of most of the others was not of the best.
"I suppose there isn't any way to clip the wings of those things?"
grumbled Dismal, who had missed. "They get up and get away so fast that
I can't pull on them half the time. I could hit my bird if I could find
it. But when I point my gun at it and pull the trigger, it isn't there."
"Pull ahead of it," Merriwell advised.
"Yes, you must use ahead work," said Bink. "If you have a head, that is
what it's for. That's the way I did, and you saw the result. I can get
'em every time now."
As the shooting continued, it was seen that Badger was doing good work,
though nothing at all phenomenal. He stepped into position with an air
of confidence, fired quickly, and then stepped back.
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