He pointed to the unoccupied tube.
"Shoot!" he directed.
The tube was an unusually long one, and the bull's-eye rather small, but
I fired six shots, and each time the bell rang. Mr. Sonneberg made a note
in a book which he had taken from his pocket.
"Very good," he declared, "You have passed first class. You shall
have your rifle to-night, and cartridges. Keep them in a safe place,
and--remember!"
He pressed a cigar upon me, and patted me on the back.
"There are some who come here," he declared, "and I find it very hard to
believe that they have ever seen a rifle before. With you it is
different. You will shoot straight, my young friend. A life for every
cartridge, eh?"
"I was always fond of shooting!" I told him.
"Come again, my young friend," he said cordially, "and show some of these
others how a young German should shoot! You do not need practice, but it
does me good to see a man hold a rifle as you do! So!"
I left the shooting gallery with flying colors. I was not so sure of my
next appointment.
CHAPTER XXXV
"HIRSCH'S WIFE"
Madame received me with a beaming smile.
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