Lulie was exultant. “I don’t seem to have got out of practice any,” she remarked. “I’m so glad, for I used to be a very good shot. It was Hiram P. Ladd who taught me. He’s the c***k shot of Montana. What! you don’t know Hiram P.? Why, I should have supposed every one must have heard of him. He had the next ranche to my Uncle Samuel’s, where I used to go summers, and he made me do an hour’s pistol practice every morning after bathing. It was he who taught me swimming too —in the river.”
“Damnation,” said Campbell under his breath, then shot in his turn, and shot wide. Lulie made another bull’s-eye, and after that a white. She urged Campbell to continue, which he sullenly did, and again missed.
“You see I don’t come up to your Hiram P. Ladd,” he remarked savagely, and after a few more shot
