"Do you suppose you can hit a moose ?" "I have my doubts, _mon Pere_." Father Roland gave vent to his curious chuckle.
"I have promised to make a marksman of you in exchange for your--your trouble in teaching me how to use the gloves," he said, polishing furiously.

There was a twinkle in his eyes, as if a moment before he had been laughing to himself.

The gloves were on the table.

He had been examining them again, and David found himself smiling at the childlike and eager interest he had taken in them.

Suddenly Father Roland rubbed still a little faster, and said: "If you can't hit a moose with a bullet you surely can hit me with these gloves--eh ?" "Yes, quite positively.