"We ain't either of us going to miss such a mark as that--it's like putting your finger on it.

But suppose the tree was shooting back?
Time is what counts then.

Now, how does this strike you?
You take the lid on the left and I'll take the other.

When the umpire says Go! we'll begin foggin'-- and the man that scores six hits quickest gets the money.

That's fair, isn't it, Johnson ?" This was a slip--Johnson had not given his name--a slip unnoticed by either of the ZK men, but not by Johnson.
"Fair enough, I should say," he answered.
"Why, Jim, that ain't practical--that ain't!" protested Bill uneasily.
"You was talking about the tree a-shootin' back--but one shot will stop most men, let alone six.