Twice he raised his rifle in his exceeding earnestness to score a good shot and each time lowered the barrel.

When finally he did shoot the bullet embedded itself in the second circle.

It was a good shot, but he knew it would never win that prize.
"A little nervous, eh ?" remarked Miller, with a half sneer on his swarthy face.
Several young settlers followed in succession, but their aims were poor.

Then little Harry Bennet took his stand.

Harry had won many prizes in former matches, and many of the pioneers considered him one of the best shots in the country.
"Only a few more after you, Harry," said Col.Zane.