"Who says we can't shoot ?" They had been shooting at a rise of twenty-five yards.

Merriwell stepped back five yards, thus increasing the distance to thirty.

He loaded his gun and held an extra shell in his left hand.

Then he turned his back on the traps.
"Pull when you want to ?" he called.
The manipulators of the traps seemed to desire to test him.

There was an exasperating delay and some questions; then the traps were sprung with startling suddenness.
Merriwell's quick ear was alert.