Thus Bobby had passed through the extremes of hope, of anticipation1, of disappointment and of despair. The Flobert Rifle on which he had set his heart, which he had firmly made up his mind to buy as soon as he could save up enough on an allowance of one cent a day, had been withdrawn2 from sale and offered as prize for the fall trap shooting. This had been a severe blow, but from it Bobby had finally rallied. His father would participate in the shoot; his father was omnipotent3 and invincible4. After winning the Flobert Rifle, he would undoubtedly5 give it to Bobby. Then, just before the shoot Mr. Orde had been called west on business. Bobby had been vouchsafed6 only the melancholy7 satisfaction of seeing Mr. Kincaid, whom he liked, win out over Mr. Newmark, whom he disliked. The rifle was in good hands; that was all any one could say about it.
But one afternoon, returning home about two o'clock, he was surprised to find Bucephalus and the yellow cart hitched8 out in front, and Mr. Kincaid sitting on the porch steps.
"No one home but the girl; so I thought I'd wait," he explained, shaking hands with Bobby very gravely. "I brought around the new rifle," he added further. "What do you say to driving up over the hill somewhere and trying her?"
They drove slowly up the road of planks9 that gave footing over the sand-hills. The new shiny Flobert Rifle with its gold-plated locks and trigger guards rested between Mr. Kincaid's knees. He would not permit Bobby to touch it, however.
When the old white horse had struggled over the grade and into the stump10-dotted country, Mr. Kincaid hitched him to the fence, and, followed closely by the excited Bobby, climbed into a field. From his pocket, quite deliberately11, he produced a small paper target and a dozen tacks12 wrapped in a bit of paper.
"We'll just nail her up against this big stub," he said to Bobby, tacking13 away with the handle of his heavy pocket-knife; "and then you can get a rest over that little fellow there."
He stepped back.
"Now let's see you open her," he said, handing over the rifle.
Bobby had long since acquired a theoretical familiarity with the mechanism14. He cocked the arm and pulled back the breech block, thus opening the breech with its broken effect due to the springing of the ejector.
"That's all right," approved Mr. Kincaid, pausing in the filling of his pipe, "but you have the muzzle15 pointing straight at Duke."
"It isn't loaded," objected Bobby.
"A man who knows how to handle a gun," said Mr. Kincaid emphasizing his words impressively with the stem of his pipe, "never in any circumstances lets the muzzle of his gun, loaded or unloaded, for even a single instant, point toward any living creature he does not wish to kill. Remember that, Bobby. When you've learned that, you've learned a good half of gun-handling."
"Yes, sir," said Bobby.
"Keep the muzzle up," finished Mr. Kincaid, "and then you're all right."
He led the way to the smaller stump; and nonchalantly, as though it were not one of the most wonderful affairs in the world to own such a thing, produced a little square red box containing the cartridges16. This he opened. Bobby gazed with the keenest pleasure on the orderly rows of alternate copper17 and lead dots.
"Now," said Mr. Kincaid, "kneel down behind the stump." He rested the rifle across it. "You know how to sight, don't you? I thought likely. When you pull the trigger, try to pull it steadily19, without jerking. Get in here, Duke!"
Bobby knelt, and assumed a position to shoot. To his surprise he found that his heart was beating very fast, and that his breath came and went as rapidly as though he had just climbed a hill. He tried desperately20 to hold the front sight in the notch21 of the hind18 sight, and both on the black bull's eye. It was surprisingly difficult, considering the simplicity22 of the theory. Finally he pulled the trigger for the first time in his life.
"Snap!" said the rifle.
"Now let's see where you hit!" suggested Mr. Kincaid.
Bobby started up eagerly; remembered; and with great care laid the Flobert, muzzle up, against the stump.
"That's right," approved Mr. Kincaid.
The bullet had penetrated23 the exact centre of the bull's eye!
"My!" cried Bobby delighted. "That was a pretty good shot, wasn't it, Mr. Kincaid? That was doing pretty well for the first time, wasn't it?"
But Mr. Kincaid was lighting24 his pipe, and seemed quite unimpressed.
"Bullet went straight (_puff, puff_)," said he. "That's all you can say (_puff, puff_). No _one_ shot's a good shot (_puff, puff_). Take's two to prove it (_puff, puff_)."
He straightened his head and threw the match away.
"It's too good, Bobby, to be anything but an accident," said he kindly25. "Now come and try again."
Bobby was permitted to fire nine more shots, of which three hit the paper, and none came near the bull's eye. He could not understand this; for with the dead rest across the stump, he thought he was holding the sights against the black. Mr. Kincaid watched him amusedly. The small figure crouched26 over the stump was so ridiculously in earnest. At the tenth shot he put the cover on the box of ammunition27.
"Aren't we going to shoot any more?" cried Bobby, disappointed.
"Enough's enough," said Mr. Kincaid. "Ten shots is practice. More's just fooling--at first, anyway. You can't expect to become a good shot in an afternoon. If you could, why, where's the glory of being a good shot?"
"I don't see what made me miss," speculated Bobby.
"I think I could tell you," replied Mr. Kincaid, "but I'm not going to. You think it over; and next time see if you can tell me. That's the way to learn."
"Next time!" cried Bobby, his interest reviving.
"You aren't tired of it, are you?" enquired28 Mr. Kincaid with mock anxiety. "Because I've got ninety cartridges left here that I wouldn't know what to do with."
"Oh!" cried Bobby.
"Well, then," proposed Mr. Kincaid, "I'll tell you what we'll do. You and I will organize the--well, the Maple29 County Sportsman's Association, say; and we'll hold weekly shoots. These will be the grounds. You and I will be the charter members; but we'll let in others, if we happen to want to."
"Papa," breathed Bobby.
"Moved and seconded that Mr. John Orde, alias30 Papa, be elected. Motion carried," said Mr. Kincaid. "I'll be President," he continued. "I've always wanted to be president of something; and you can be secretary. You must get a little blank book, and rule it off for the scores. Then maybe by and by we'll have a prize, or something. What do you think?"
Bobby said what he thought.
"Now," said Mr. Kincaid, opening the wooden box that ran along the floor of the two-wheeled cart where the dashboard, had there been one, would have been placed, "this is the next thing: when you're through shooting, clean the gun. If you leave it over night, the powder dirt will make a fine rust31 that you may never be able to get out; and rust will eat into the rifling and make the gun inaccurate32. No matter how late it is, or how tired you are, _always clean your gun_ before you go to bed. It's the second most important thing I can teach you. You'll see lots of men who can kill game, perhaps, but remember this; the fellow who lets his gun point toward no living thing but his game, and who keeps it bright and clean, is further along toward being a true sportsman--even if he is a very poor shot--than the careless man who can hit them."
He gave Bobby the steel wire cleaning-rod, the rags, and the oil can, and showed him how to get all the powder residue33 from the rifling grooves34 in the barrel.
"There," said Mr. Kincaid, folding back the half-seat, "climb in. That settles it for to-day."
Bucephalus came to with reluctance35. Going down hill he settled into a slow steady jog, which soon covered the distance to the Orde house. Bobby climbed out and turned to utter thanks.
"That's all right," said Mr. Kincaid. "Next time I'm going to shoot, myself; and you'll have to rustle36 to beat me. Don't forget the score book."
"When will it be?" asked Bobby.
"Oh, Thursday again," replied Mr. Kincaid. He disengaged the Flobert from between his knees. "Here," said he; "you take this and put it away carefully. I'll keep the ammunition," he added with a grim smile. "Remember not to snap it. Snapping's bad for it when it is empty. Good-bye."
He drove off down the street beneath the over-arching maples37, the old white horse jogging sleepily, the old yellow cart lurching. Over his shoulder floated puffs38 of smoke from his pipe.
Bobby carried the new rifle into the house, ascended39 to his own room, and sat down to enjoy it to its smallest detail. The heavy blued octagon barrel bore an inscription40 which he deciphered--the maker's name, and the patents under which the arm was manufactured. He examined the sights, and how they were fastened to the barrel; the fall of the hammer; the firing-pin; the mechanism of the ejector, the butt41 plate, the polished stock and the manner in which it was attached to the barrel. Over the fancy scroll42 of the gold-plated trigger-guard he passed his fingers lovingly. The trigger-guard extended back along the grip of the stock in a long thin metal strip--also gold-plated. It, too, bore an inscription. Bobby read it once without taking in its meaning; a second time with growing excitement. Then he rushed madly through the house shrieking43 for his mother.
"Mamma, Mamma!" he cried. "Where are you? Come here!"
Mrs. Orde came--on the run--likewise the cook, and the butcher. They found Bobby dancing wildly around and around, hugging close to his heart the Flobert rifle.
"Bobby, Bobby!" cried Mrs. Orde. "What is it? What's the matter? Are you hurt?"
She caught sight of the gun, leaped to the conclusion that Bobby had shot himself and sank limply into a chair.
"See! Look here!" cried Bobby. He thrust the rifle, bottom up into her lap. "Read it!"
On the plate behind the trigger-guard, carved in flowing script, were these words.
To Robert Orde from Arthur Kincaid. September 10, 1879.
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