The bag was then rammed down upon the powder, and the howitzer pointed.
"Let old Trull do the shooting," whispered Kit.

"He will be as likely to hit as any of us." "Mr.Trull," Capt.

Mazard began, "we must look to you to shoot those bears for us.

Pepper 'em good, now!" At that we all stood away from the gun.

The old fellow grinned, hesitated a moment, then stepped forward, evidently not a little flattered by the confidence reposed in him.