This was the worst possible
thing that could have happened to him, for when he fired he again missed
a bird.
"Don't imitate him again!" Hodge implored.
And Merriwell did not. He made a clean kill of both birds.
"Only two more birds apiece, and Merry one ahead!" squealed Bink, vainly
tiptoeing to see as well as those who were taller.
"You want to see Merry do him up?" said Bruce. "You little runt, I'll
take pity on you!"
"Me, too!" squeaked Danny.
With little apparent exertion of strength, Browning hoisted the little
fellows to his shoulders, thus elevating them above the heads of others,
where they sat in great glee, squealing and laughing, Danny on the young
giant's right shoulder and Bink on his left, as Badger walked out to
shoot at his last two birds.
Again the Westerner killed his birds.
"Now, if Merry misses one, it will be another tie!" grunted Bart.
"Stop hawking through your tat--I mean----Oh, I don't know what I mean!
But just keep still!" Rattleton almost breathlessly begged. "Merry is
all right!"
And Rattleton's confidence was justified. Merry fired, with the same
result.
"Pulverized 'em!" howled Bink.
"Smashed 'em into bug-dust!" squealed Danny.
"Bub-bub-beat Badger again!" sputtered Gamp.
A cheer of gratification went up from the circle of Frank's friends.
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