Billie and Johnnie had each missed hitting any marbles, and when it came
Bully’s turn he took careful aim, with his second-best shooter, a red
and blue one.

“Whack-bang!” That’s the way Bully’s shooter hit the marbles in the
ring, scattering them all over, and rolling several outside.

“Say, are you going to knock ’em all out?” asked Billie.

“That’s right! Leave some for us,” begged Johnnie.

“Wait until I have one more trial,” went on Bully, for you see he had
two shots on account of being lucky with his first one and knocking some
marbles from the ring.

Then he went to look for his second-best shooter, for it had rolled
away, but he couldn’t find it. It had completely, teetotally,
mysteriously and extraordinarily disappeared.

“I’m sure it rolled over here,” said Bully as he poked around in the
grass near a big bush. “Please help me look for it, fellows.”

So Billie and Johnnie helped Bully look, but they couldn’t find the
second shooter that the frog boy had lost.

“You two go on playing and I’ll hunt for the marble,” said Bully after a
while, so he searched along in the grass, and, as he did so, he dropped
a nice glass agate out of his bag. He stooped to pick it up, but before
he could get his toes on it something that looked like a big chicken’s