Flossie thought it great fun to dig for the little soft crabs that
hide in the deep damp sand. She found a pasteboard box and into this
she put all her fish.

"I've got a whole dozen!" she called to Freddie, presently. But
Freddie was so busy with his sand castle he didn't have time to bother
with baby crabs.

"Look at our fort," called Bert to the girls. "We can shoot right
through our battlements," he declared, as he sank down in the sand and
looked out through the holes in the sand fort.

"Shoot the Indian and you get a cigar," called Dorothy, taking her
place as "Indian" in front of the fort, and playing target for the
boys.

First Hal tossed a pebble through a window in the fort, then Bert
tried it, but neither stone went anywhere near Dorothy, the "Indian."

"Now, my turn," she claimed, squatting down back of the sand wall and
taking aim at Hal, who stood out front.

And if she didn't hit him--just on the foot with a little white
pebble!

"Hurrah for our sharpshooter!" cried Bert.

Of course the hard part of the trick was to toss a pebble through the
window without knocking down the wall, but Dorothy stood to one side,
and swung her arm, so that the stone went straight through and reached