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duration. 'Is my medicine chest filled?' 'Yes, sir, all according to your orders.' 'Thanks; send it, and send the bill.' 'Never mind about the bill, Mr. Moncrieff. You'll be down here again.' 'Send the bill, all the same. And I say, Mr. Squills--' 'Yes, sir.' 'Don't forget to deduct the discount.' But Moncrieff's shopping was not quite all over yet, and the last place he went to was a gunsmith's shop. And here I and my brothers learned a little about Silver West shooting, and witnessed an exhibition that made us marvel. Moncrieff, after most careful examination, bought half a dozen good rifles, and a dozen fowling pieces. It took him quite a long time to select these and the ammunition. 'You have good judgment, sir,' said the proprietor. 'I require it all,' said Moncrieff. 'But now I'd look at some revolvers.' He was shown some specimens. 'Toys--take them away.' He was shown others. 'Toys again. Have you nothing better?' 'There is nothing better made.' 'Very well. Your bill please. Thanks.' 'If you'll wait one minute,' the shopkeeper said, 'I should feel obliged. My man has gone across the way to a neighbour gunsmith.' 'Couldn't I go across the way myself?' 'No,' and the man smiled. 'I don't want to lose your custom.' 'Your candour is charming. I'll wait.' In a few minutes the man returned with a big basket. 'Ah! these are beauties,' cried Moncrieff. 'Now, can I try one or two?' 'Certainly.' The man led the way to the back garden of the premises. Against a wall a target was placed, and Moncrieff loaded and took up his position. I noticed that he kept his elbow pretty near his side. Then he slowly raised the weapon. Crack--crack--crack! six times in all. 'Bravo!' cried the shopkeeper. 'Why, almost every shot has hit the spot.' Moncrieff threw the revolver towards the man as if it had been a cricket-ball. 'Take off the trigger,' he said. 'Off the trigger, sir?' 'Yes,' said Moncrieff, quietly; 'I seldom use the trigger.' The man obeyed. Then he handed back the weapon, which he had loaded. Moncrieff looked one moment at the target, then the action of his arm was for all the world like that of throwing stones or cracking a whip. He seemed to bring the revolver down from his ear each time. Bang--bang--bang! and not a bullet missed the bull's-eye. 'How is it done?' cried Dugald, excitedly. 'I lift the hammer a little way with my thumb and l
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