He won nothing during the match, while Dan, to his father's great disgust, came in for one of the first prizes--a fine quarter of beef.
When the shooting-match was over, the father and son returned to the little hovel they called home.

Dan at once put the mule into the cart and started back to the landing to bring home his quarter of beef; while Godfrey, by pretending to fall asleep on the bench in front of the cabin, was able to carry out a little stratagem that suddenly suggested itself to him.

He knew that Dan was a thrifty lad in spite of his laziness, and that he believed in laying by something for a rainy day.

He was never out of ammunition for his rifle, but he always took care to keep his little stock hidden away, so that his father could not find it.

By watching him on this particular day, Godfrey was lucky enough to find out where the boy's hiding-place was.