He wheeled as if on a pivot, killed the left bird and the right one.

Then dropped in another shell with a slowness that set Bart Hodge wild, and killed the third bird, which had gone off at a difficult tangent, at a distance of at least sixty yards! "Come on!" grated Defarge, almost beside himself with anger and disappointment.

"The devil can't beat him! Let's get out of here!" "Right!" said Pike, also turning wrathfully away.

Badger seemed turned to a statue.
Then again the unexpected happened.

A sophomore, who was known to be an intimate friend of Morton Agnew, by seeming accident fired off a gun with which he had been monkeying.