"
"Wait and see!" sputtered Rattleton.
"Who is to shoot first?" Badger asked, walking toward Merriwell's crowd.
Badger had noticed the character of the fellows who had gathered round
him, and he was nettled. On the outskirts he even saw the face of Donald
Pike--once his friend, now hated by him as a foe.
"Suit yourself," Merriwell answered.
"We'll flip a coin," said Badger.
One of the sophomores drew out a half-dollar and twirled it in the air.
"I'll take heads!" said Merry.
But the head of the coin fell downward, and Badger, taking the gun given
him, walked out to the line and faced the traps.
"We will have no signaling," he said, turning round and facing
Merriwell's crowd. "As we step up here, let the traps be sprung, and
we'll shoot at the birds, whether ready or not."
He was supremely confident in his own abilities.
"All right. Any way to suit you. Go ahead!"
Before Badger could turn back, he heard the sound made by the traps
springing. Two birds shot out, one toward the right and the other
straight away.
Bang! bang! Badger wheeled and fired quickly, and made a clean kill of
both birds. There was a skirmish fire of clapping hands in the circle of
his admirers.
"Fine work!" Merriwell admitted, as he stepped into place with Bart's
gun.
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