"Come in!" he yelled, after waiting for some moments. "Come in! You're
the biggest of all the devils. Come on, I'll send you down where you
belong. Come, what's keeping you?"

Over the rifle-barrel his eyes gleamed with frenzied delight. We
consulted as to a plan.

"I don't relish a bullet much," I said.

"There are pleasanter things," responded The Duke, "and he is a fairly
good shot."

Meantime the singing had started again, and, looking through the chink,
I saw that Bruce had got his eye on the stovepipe again. While I was
looking The Pilot slipped away from us toward the door.

"Come back!" said the Duke, "don't be a fool! Come back, he'll shoot you
dead!"

Moore paid no heed to him, but stood waiting at the door. In a few
moments Bruce blazed away again at the stovepipe. Immediately the Pilot
burst in, calling out eagerly:

"Did you get him?"

"No!" said Bruce, disappointedly, "he dodged like the devil, as of
course he ought, you know."

"I'll get him," said Moore. "Smoke him out," proceeding to open the
stove door.