Badger took the next two straight, and Merriwell did the same.
"I'm afraid he is going to tie you!" grumbled Hodge.
"What's the score?" asked Rattleton, roused to the fact that Badger and
Merriwell were now really shooting against each other.
"Toodness, a guy--I mean, goodness, a tie! Don't let him beat you,
anyway, Merry!"
"That comes from being too good-natured," growled Hodge. "He wouldn't be
anywhere near you, if you'd tried."
Twice again both brought down their birds. Only a pair was left now to
each. Every member of the gun club present, together with those who,
like Badger, were being permitted to shoot through the favor of members,
and all the spectators, as well, knew now that Badger and Merriwell had
finally pitted themselves against each other in a friendly shooting
contest, with the chances in favor of a tie.
Hodge was hardly able to breathe, and Harry Rattleton was fidgeting
uneasily. The spectators craned their necks as Badger, whose trial came
first, walked into position with an air of easy confidence, that dark,
determined smile disfiguring his face.
"I'm afraid your chances are gone, Merriwell!" droned Dismal Jones. "'We
never miss the water till the well runs dry.'"
"Keep still," grunted Browning, "or you'll make me nervous!"
"I wish somebody would make Badger nervous!" wailed Bink.
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