I do not want Miller to have anything of mine." "And, little girl, you want me to shoot fer you," said Lewis.
"Yes, Lew, please come and shoot for me." It was said of Wetzel that he never wasted powder.

He never entered into the races and shooting-matches of the settlers, yet it was well known that he was the fleetest runner and the most unerring shot on the frontier.

Therefore, it was with surprise and pleasure that Col.
Zane heard the hunter say he guessed he would like one shot anyway.
Miller looked on with a grim smile.

He knew that, Wetzel or no Wetzel, it would take a remarkably clever shot to beat his.
"This shot's for Betty," said Wetzel as he stepped to the mark.

He fastened his keen eyes on the stake.