If ye hit the tree ye desarve the rifle--leastways ye ought to get the pup." Henri grinned again, and fired instantly, without taking aim.
The shot was followed by an exclamation of surprise, for the bullet was found close beside the nail.
"It's more be good luck than good shootin'," remarked Jim Scraggs.
"Possiblement," answered Henri modestly, as he retreated to the rear and wiped out his rifle; "mais I have kill most of my deer by dat same goot luck." "Bravo, Henri!" said Major Hope as he passed; "you _deserve_ to win, anyhow.

Who's next ?" "Dick Varley," cried several voices; "where's Varley?
Come on, youngster, an' take yer shot." The youth came forward with evident reluctance.

"It's of no manner o' use," he whispered to Joe Blunt as he passed, "I can't depend on my old gun." "Never give in," whispered Blunt, encouragingly.
Poor Varley's want of confidence in his rifle was merited, for, on pulling the trigger, the faithless lock missed fire.
"Lend him another gun," cried several voices.
"'Gainst rules laid down by Major Hope," said Scraggs.
"Well, so it is; try again." Varley did try again, and so successfully, too, that the ball hit the nail on the head, leaving a portion of the lead sticking to its edge.
Of course this was greeted with a cheer, and a loud dispute began as to which was the better shot of the two.
"There are others to shoot yet," cried the major.

"Make way.

Look out." The men fell back, and the few hunters who had not yet fired took their shots, but without coming nearer the mark.
It was now agreed that Jim Scraggs and Dick Varley, being the two best shots, should try over again, and it was also agreed that Dick should have the use of Blunt's rifle.