the man, "let me see ye do it, then! Either put up or shut up. I 'll show ye that it ain't so easy as it looks."
Vittorio sprang to his feet with an air of surprised delight.
"You let-a me shoot? Sank you! Sank you ver' moch." He took the rifle in his hand and caressed the barrel with a touch almost loving. His eyes were eager as a child's.
"Here, you, Tony," Peter warned, "don't get funny with that gun! Point it at the target."
Vittorio raised the rifle and squinted along the barrel; then, as an idea occurred to him, he lowered it again and faced the three men with his always sunny smile. He had a sporting proposition to make.
"You shoot-a more good me, my name Tony. I shoot-a more good you, my name Vittorio Emanuele, same-a de king. You call me Vittorio, I understand, I come; you call me Tony, I no understand, no come."
