planted his feet firmly, and made the inner ring. He passed the rifle on to Vittorio, and resumed his pipe. Patrick was a phlegmatic soul; it took a decided shock to rouse him to words.
"Let's see ye do it again," said Peter.
Vittorio raised the rifle and did it again. His manner was entirely composed; he scored bull's-eyes as a matter of course.
Peter's feelings by now were too complicated for words. He studied the nonchalant Vittorio a moment in baffled bewilderment, then stepped forward without remark to take his turn. He sighted long and carefully, and scored the outer ring. He offered the rifle to Patrick, who waved it away.
"I'm out."
"Don't back down," said Peter. "Ye 've got two more tries. If ye let him beat us he 'll be so darned cocky there won't be no livin' with him."
Patrick copied the Italian's shrug and passed
