A'ter all that I do for him, too! Good-by!" The old lady set out on her way to Mrs.Frost's.
Her road lay through the woods, where an unforeseen danger lay in wait for her.
Meanwhile Pomp was pursuing military science under difficulties.

The weight of the musket made it very awkward for him to handle.

Several times he got out of patience with it, and apostrophized it in terms far from complimentary.

At last, in one of his awkward maneuvers, he accidentally pulled the trigger.

Instantly there was a loud report, followed by a piercing shriek from the road.