Williams news., 1921-05-20
CHAPTER lII-continued.

Dan saw the door close behind him,
 and he had an fnstant's glimpse of the
 long sweep of moonlit ridge that
 stretched beneath the window. Then.
 all at once, seemingly without warn
 ing, 1t simply blinked out. Not until
 the next morning did he really know
 why. Insomnia was an old acQuaint-
 ance of Dams, and he had expected to have some trouble in getting to sleep. His only real trouble was waking up again when Lennox called him to breakfast. He couldn't believe that the light at his window shade was really that of morning.
 Good Heavens !' his host exploded You sleep the sleep of the just"
 Dan was about to tell him that on the contrary he was very nervous sleeper. but he thought better of it Something had surely happened to his insomnia. The next instant he even forgot to wonder about 1t in the rea1- zatfon that his tired body had been wonderfully refreshed. He had no dread now of the long tramp up the ridge that his host had planned.
 But first came target practice. In Dams baggage he had a certain very plain but serviceable sporting rifle of about thirty-forty calfber-a gun that the information department of the large sporting-goods store in Gitche- apolis had recommended for his pur- pose. Except for the few moments in the store. Dan had never held a rifle in his hands. The first shot he hit the trunk of a five-foot pine at thirty paces.
 "But I couldn't very well have missed it!" he replied to Lennox's cheer. You see, I aimed at the mid I just grazed the edge"
 The second shot was not so good, missing the tree altogether. And 1t was a singular thing that he aimed longer and tried harder on this shot than on the first. The third time he tried still harder, and made by far the worst shot of all.
 Whats the matter?" he demanded. I'm getting worse all the time."
 Lennox didn't know for sure But he made long guess. ''It might be beginners luck,' he said. but I'm in- clined to think you're trying too hard. | Take 1t easier-depend more on your | instincts
 Dams reply was to lift the rifle | lightly to his shoulder. glance quickly | along the trigger and fire. The bullet | struck within one inch of the center | ,f the pine.
 For a long second Lennox gaZed at | him :n open-mouthed astonishment. My stars, boyl" he cried at last Was I mistaken in thinking you were born tenderfoot-after all? Can 1t | De that a little of your old grandfa- hers skill has been passed down to 7ou? But you can't do it again.
 But Dan did do 1t again. If any hing, the bullet was a little nearer he center And then he aimed at a nore distant tree.
 But the hammer snapped down in- Effectively on the breech. He turned | with a look of question.
 Your gun only holds five shots," lennox explained. Reloading, Dan ] ried more difficult target-a trunk llmost one hundred yards distant. Of curse it would have been only child's ,lay to an experienced hunter; but o tenderfoot it was difficult mark indeed. Twice out of four shots Dan hit the tree trunk, and one of his wo hits was practically a bul1's-eye. His two misses were the result of the anne mistake he had made before Attempting to hold his aim too long.
 
 Dan and Lennox started together ID the long slope of the ridge. Dan lone armed; Lennox went with him olely as a guide. The deer season had