My single gun is eleven gauge, eight pounds and thirty-three
inches; and even with loose shot executes superbly; but with Ely's green
cartridge I have put forty BB shot into a square of two and a half feet
at one hundred and twenty-five yards; sharply enough, too, to imbed the
shot so firmly in the fence against which I had fixed my mark, that it
required a good strong knife to get them out. This I propose that you
should use to-morrow, with a 1 1/2 oz. SG cartridge, which contains
eighteen buck-shot, and which, if you get a shot any where within a
hundred yards, will kill him as dead, I warrant it, as an ounce bullet."
"Which you intend to try, I fancy," added Frank.
"Not quite! my rifle carries eighteen only to the pound; and yours, if I
forget not, only thirty-two."
"But mine is double."
"Never mind that; thirty-two will not execute with certainty above a
hundred and fifty yards!"
"And how far in the devil's name would you have it execute, as you calls
it," asked old Tom.
"Three hundred!" replied Harry, coolly.
"Thunder!" replied Draw, "don't tell me no sich thunderin' nonsense;
I'll stand all day and be shot at, like a Christmas turkey, at sixty
rods, for six-pence a shot, any how.
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