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sted of placing in the dark at any distance a lighted candle； and then putting out the flame with a single rifle ball。 Many settlers； particularly those who handled the plow more than the rifle； sighted from a rest； and placed a piece of moss under the rife…barrel to prevent its spring at the discharge。
The match began。 Of the first six shooters Jonathan Zane and Alfred Clarke scored the best shots。 Each placed a bullet in the half…inch circle round the nail。
〃Alfred； very good； indeed；〃 said Col。 Zane。 〃You have made a decided improvement since the last shooting…match。〃
Six other settlers took their turns。 All were unsuccessful in getting a shot inside the little circle。 Thus a tie between Alfred and Jonathan had to be decided。
〃Shoot close； Alfred；〃 yelled Isaac。 〃I hope you beat him。 He always won from me and then crowed over it。〃
Alfred's second shot went wide of the mark； and as Jonathan placed another bullet in the circle； this time nearer the center； Alfred had to acknowledge defeat。
〃Here comes Miller；〃 said Silas Zane。 〃Perhaps he will want a try。〃
Col。 Zane looked round。 Miller had joined the party。 He carried his rifle and accoutrements； and evidently had just returned to the settlement。 He nodded pleasantly to all。
〃Miller； will you take a shot for the first prize； which I was about to award to Jonathan？〃 said Col。 Zane。
〃No。 I am a little late； and not entitled to a shot。 I will take a try for the others；〃 answered Miller。
At the arrival of Miller on the scene Wetzel had changed his position to one nearer the crowd。 The dog； Tige； trotted closely at his heels。 No one heard Tige's low growl or Wetzel's stern word to silence him。 Throwing his arm over Betty's pony； Wetzel apparently watched the shooters。 In reality he studied intently Miller's every movement。
〃I expect some good shooting for this prize；〃 said Col。 Zane； waving a beautifully embroidered buckskin bullet pouch； which was one of Betty's donations。
Jonathan having won his prize was out of the lists and could compete no more。 This entitled Alfred to the first shot for second prize。 He felt he would give anything he possessed to win the dainty trifle which the Colonel had waved aloft。 Twice he raised his rifle in his exceeding earnestness to score a good shot and each time lowered the barrel。 When finally he did shoot the bullet embedded itself in the second circle。 It was a good shot； but he knew it would never win that prize。
〃A little nervous； eh？〃 remarked Miller； with a half sneer on his swarthy face。
Several young settlers followed in succession； but their aims were poor。 Then little Harry Bennet took his stand。 Harry had won many prizes in former matches； and many of the pioneers considered him one of the best shots in the country
〃Only a few more after you； Harry；〃 said Col。 Zane。 〃You have a good chance。〃
〃All right； Colonel。 That's Betty's prize and somebody'll have to do some mighty tall shootin' to beat me；〃 said the lad； his blue eyes flashing as he toed the mark。
Shouts and cheers of approval greeted his attempt。 The bullet had passed into the wood so close to the nail that a knife blade could not have been inserted between。
Miller's turn came next。 He was a fine marksman and he knew it。 With the confidence born of long experience and knowledge of his weapon； he took a careful though quick aim and fired。 He turned away satisfied that he would carry off the coveted prize。 He had nicked the nail。
But Miller reckoned without his host。 Betty had seen the result of his shot and the self…satisfied smile on his face。 She watched several of the settlers make poor attempts at the nail； and then； convinced that not one of the other contestants could do so well as Miller； she slipped off the horse and ran around to where Wetzel was standing by her pony。
〃Lew； I believe Miller will win my prize；〃 she whispered； placing her hand on the hunter's arm。 〃He has scratched the nail； and I am sure no one except you can do better。 I do not want Miller to have anything of mine。〃
〃And； little girl； you want me to shoot fer you；〃 said Lewis。
〃Yes； Lew； please come and shoot for me。〃
It was said of Wetzel that he never wasted powder。 He never entered into the races and shooting…matches of the settlers； yet it was well known that he was the fleetest runner and the most unerring shot on the frontier。 Therefore； it was with surprise and pleasure that Col。 Zane heard the hunter say he guessed he would like one shot anyway。
Miller looked on with a grim smile。 He knew that； Wetzel or no Wetzel； it would take a remarkably clever shot to beat his。
〃This shot's for Betty；〃 said Wetzel as he stepped to the mark。 He fastened his keen eyes on the stake。 At that distance the head of the nail looked like a tiny black speck。 Wetzel took one of the locks of hair that waved over his broad shoulders and held it up in front of his eyes a moment。 He thus ascertained that there was not any perceptible breeze。 The long black barrel started slowly to riseit seemed to the interested onlookers that it would never reach a level and when； at last。 it became rigid； there was a single second in which man and rifle appeared as if carved out of stone。 Then followed a burst of red flame； a puff of white smoke； a clear ringing report。
Many thought the hunter had missed altogether。 It seemed that the nail had not changed its position； there was no bullet hole in the white lime wash that had been smeared round the nail。 But on close inspection the nail was found to have been driven to its head in the wood。
〃A wonderful shot！〃 exclaimed Col。 Zane。 〃Lewis； I don't remember having seen the like more than once or twice in my life。〃
Wetzel made no answer。 He moved away to his former position and commenced to reload his rifle。 Betty came running up to him； holding in her hand the prize bullet pouch。
〃Oh； Lew； if I dared I would kiss you。 It pleases me more for you to have won my prize than if any one else had won it。 And it was the finest； straightest shot ever made。〃
〃Betty； it's a little fancy for redskins； but it'll be a keepsake；〃 answered Lewis； his eyes reflecting the bright smile on her face。
Friendly rivalry in feats that called for strength； speed and daring was the diversion of the youth of that period； and the pioneers conducted this good…natured but spirited sport strictly on its merits。 Each contestant strove his utmost to outdo his opponent。 It was hardly to be expected that Alfred would carry off any of the laurels。 Used as he had been to comparative idleness he was no match for the hardy lads who had been brought up and trained to a life of action； wherein a ten mile walk behind a plow； or a cord of wood chopped in a day； were trifles。 Alfred lost in the foot…race and the sackrace； but by dint of exerting himself to the limit of his strength； he did manage to take one fall out of the best wrestler。 He was content to stop here； and； throwing himself on the grass； endeavored to recover his breath。 He felt happier today than for some time past。 Twice during the afternoon he had met Betty's eyes and the look he encountered there made his heart stir with a strange feeling of fear and hope。 While he was rumina