But, my gun being so much the smaller and more easily handled, I had my ball down before Kit had his powder-wad rammed.

The rest stood clapping and cheering us.

Hastily priming the tube, I whipped on a cap, then beckoned to old Trull.
"Here," said I, "shoot that bear for me!" The old salt chuckled, and had his eye to the piece immediately.

I snatched up my glass.

Kit paused to see the result.