ut the bettor became rather
sarcastic and asked if he expected the bird to knock his hat off with
one of its wings.

"Here comes another one," sung out somebody, and, looking up, they saw
another gull about the same height from the deck. The bettor remarked:

"Oh, he's too high."

Everybody recognized the sneer in his tone. Terry, however, raised his
revolver and fired, and the gull came fluttering, down with one of its
wings actually cut off.

The bettor's friends at once began sympathizing with him, but he looked
at Terry and asked if he considered that a good shot.

"Yes, I consider that pretty good," said Terry. "I brought him down, and
the bet was that I couldn't hit him. I consider it a good shot because
he was up so high that he could scarcely have been brought down even
with a shotgun."

Neither side had put up any money in that last bet, but the gambler
insisted that it wasn't a fair shot, and that he thought Terry ought to
make another trial.

"No, sir," said Terry, "not for ten thousand dollars. I never play with
a man of your stripe."

"Oh, you don't like my stripe, eh?"

"No, I don't. All marksmen will agree that I brought the bird down
fairly. I didn't agree to shoot his head off as I did the first one, but
simply to bring him down. Now, if you will take the vote of the
passengers and they don't agree with me ten to one it is no bet."

The gambler tried to argue about it rather than take the vote, but Terry
walked away and refused to talk with him. He was a big six-footer,
weighing pretty nearly two hundred pounds.

When Terry turned his back on him and refused to talk with him he placed
his hand on Terry's shoulder and turned him square around so as to face
him telling him that if he meant to insult him he would throw him
overboard.

Quick as a flash Terry said:

"To be frank with you, sir, I do mean to insult you. I denounce you as a
dishonorable man, who won't play fair if it costs you a few hundred
dollars."

With that the man aimed a blow at Terry's face with his big fist, but
Terry easily parried it and gave him three or four blows in rapid
succession on his chest in return, causing him to stagger back against
another man, who kindly held him up.

"That's right," said Terry. "Hold him up," and in the next few seconds
Terry put in three or four more blows on his solar plexus, and down he
sank on the deck scarcely able to breathe.

Some friends of the man took him up and carried h