"However good your intentions may be, that fellow will never give you honest credit for them." The shooting had recommenced, and Hodge walked back to the crowd, plainly disgruntled.
Merriwell clutched a handful of shells and went over to Badger.
"Try these, Buck!" he said.

"They're a good deal better than those you've been using.

I had them loaded very carefully under my own supervision for this kind of work, and you'll find them very fine.
They're just suited to that gun, too.

You have really been shooting at a disadvantage to-day." A smile came to the dark face of the Westerner--a stern, determined sort of smile.
"Better not give them to me, perhaps, Merry.

I'm going to beat you if I can.