"And what did you make?"

"Made one bull's-eye and two inner rings. Are you going to try your
luck, Giant?"

"Humph!---I don't think I can hit the back of the building unless
they move it up to me," answered Will Caslette. "But I'll take
a chance," he added, turning to the keeper of the gallery and
fishing five cents from his pocket. "Got to learn to shoot if
I'm going on a hunt, you know," he went on, to his chums.

"Then you can go with us?" questioned Charley Dodge, quickly.

"I think so---mother said she would tell me for certain to-morrow."

The small youth took the rifle handed to him and aiming carefully,
pulled the trigger.

"The outer ring," said Shep Reed. "That's not so bad but what
it might be worse, Giant."

"Oh, it might be worse!" answered the small youth, coolly. "I
might fire out of the window and kill somebody on the back street,
or hit a duck in Rackson's pond. Here goes again."

The second shot was a little better, and the third made the bell ring,
much to the small youth's delight.

"Hullo, you fellows!" came from the doorway, a lively boy of fourteen
came in, curly hair dying and a cap set far back on his head.