The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1921-11-04

marx Lowered over the stem. wRere II
rode, bobbing in the tail Of the
sehOOner's wake, thirty fathoms from
the taffrail where the crowd gath
cred.
More bullets hit the key than the
can and Garrison was often called
upon as umpire. But the tin gradual
ly became ragged and hlotched where
the steel jacketed missiles tore
through. Beale and DeIning both had
five clean. undiSputed hits. tying for
first prize. Beale offered TO shoot IL
off with six more shells apiece. and
Deming consented.
Cant be done" declared Garrison.
Not right now, anyway. ! gave out
the last shell there was in the maya
zine
@Dened funny said Deming, "a
sealer shy on cartridgesi Lucky we
amt worryin' about thet sort Of a
Cargo"
Probably plenty aboard some
where" said Carlson, "but don't
know where they are. You boys have
got me beaten on rifles and shotguns,"
he went on, producing from his hip
pocket a fiat. effectiveloobing auto
matte pistol of heavy caliber. How
are you on small arms?"
The hunters shook their heads dubi-
ously.
..Never use 'ern," said Deming.
"Never could do much with that kind.
ennyhow. Give me revolver. an ]
might make out TO hit Z whale, if he
was close enough, but not With one o.
them"
'sNot much difference" said Carl
sen. "Any of you got revOlversT
No one spoke. II was against the
unwritten laws of vessel for pistols
TO he owned forward Of the main
cabin. Beale finally answered for the
rest
''Nary a pistol, sir"
"Then." said Garrison, "Tll give you
an exhibition myself. Any bottles
left? Beale. will you toss them for
me-"
There were eight shots in the auto,
matte, and Carlson smashed seven
bottles In mfdair. The hunters shout
ed their appreciation.
Break all of 'emg" Lund asked
Rainey. Emmy bottles left at allr'
| He walked toward the taffrail,, adj
1 dressing Carlson.
"Kin you shoot by sound as well sa
/ by sight. DocT' he challenged.
I 81 fancy not" said Carlson.
eff had my eyes I'd snapshot ys
for hundred bucks" said Lund. AS
I II is. ! might target one or two
Rainey. have some one run line,
head-high. an fix a bottle on it. win
ye? 1 amt got a gun o. my own.
Doc he continued. "will you lend me
yours?" Carlson filed his clip and
! Lund turned toward Rainey, who was
\ rigging the target.
+ .TI want you to tap it with a
stick" he said. Signalling staffn &c
fine"
Rainey got the slender bamboo and
stood ny. Lund felt for the cord
j! passed his fingers over the suspended
!, bottle and stepped off five PAGES. heft.
ing the automatic to judge its bal
!, ance.
Rainey tapped the bottle on the
! neck and il gave ont little tinkle
u lost Immediately in the crash Of spin.
tering glass as the bottle. hit fairly
I i'm the torn label, broke in half.
How much left?" asked Lund
Half? fetch it up"
Again he fired and again the bullet
found the mark. leaving only the mech
:. OF the bottle still hanging. Lund
). grinned.
'Thet's ALL" he said "Jest wanted
TO show We what a blind man can do
: II he's put to IT."
There was little applause. CarlseT
took his gun in silence and moved for
ward with the hunters and the on
lockers. disappearing below.
"Given 'em something To TAN
about" chuckIed Lund. "CarlseT
wanted to show or his fancy shootin'.
Wal. I've shown 'em / ain: entirely
wrecked. Il I amt carry:n' lights. An
l slipped mOren one over On Carlson
at that
Rainey did not catch his entire
meaning and slid nothing.
Did you get wise TO the play about
the shells:" asked Lund. - smart
trick. though Deming almost tumbled.
Carlson got those dumb fools of hunt
; ers 10 FIRE away every shell they hap
, pened TO have for'ard. If the maya
zines empty, III bet Garrison knows
where they's plenty more shells, if we
; ever needed 'em bad. But now those
rifles an shotguEs amt no more use
: than so many clubs-nOt to the hunt
? ers. An he's found oct they amt got
/. emmy pistols. He's got one, an shows
'em how straight he shoots, jest in case
there should be emmy trouble between
! 'em. Plays both ends to the middle.
does Garrison. Slick But he amt
\ won the pot. They's Joker In this
: game. Mebbe he holds It, mebbe not"
He nodded mysteriously, well
: pleased with himself.
Continued Tomorrow