A Man to His Mate (Action Thriller). J. Allan Dunn

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СКАЧАТЬ target one or two. Rainey, have some one run a line, head-high, an' fix a bottle on it, will ye? I ain't got a gun o' my own, Doc," he continued, "will you lend me yours?" Carlsen filled his clip and Lund turned toward Rainey, who was rigging the target.

      "I'll want you to tap it with a stick," he said. "Signal-flag staff'll do fine."

      Rainey got the slender bamboo and stood by. Lund felt for the cord, passed his fingers over the suspended bottle and stepped off five paces, hefting the automatic to judge its balance.

      "Ruther have my own gun," he muttered. "All right, tetch her up, Rainey."

      Rainey tapped the bottle on the neck and it gave out a little tinkle, lost immediately in the crash of splintering glass as the bottle, hit fairly in the torn label, broke in half.

      "How much left?" asked Lund. "Half? Tetch it up."

      Again he fired and again the bullet found the mark, leaving only the neck of the bottle still hanging. Lund grinned.

      "Thet's all," he said. "Jest wanted to show ye what a blind man can do, if he's put to it."

      There was little applause. Carlsen took his gun in silence and moved forward with the hunters and the onlookers, disappearing below. Rainey took the wheel over from Hansen and ordered him forward again.

      "Given 'em something to talk about," chuckled Lund. "Carlsen wanted to show off his fancy shootin'. Wal, I've shown 'em I ain't entirely wrecked if I ain't carryin' lights. An' I slipped more'n one over on Carlsen at that."

      Rainey did not catch his entire meaning and said nothing.

      "Did you get wise to the play about the shells?" asked Lund. "A smart trick, though Deming almost tumbled. Carlsen got those dumb fools of hunters to fire away every shell they happened to have for'ard. If the magazine's empty, I'll bet Carlsen knows where they's plenty more shells, if we ever needed 'em bad. But now those rifles an' shotguns ain't no more use than so many clubs — not to the hunters. An' he's found out they ain't got enny pistols. He's got one, an' shows 'em how straight he shoots, jest in case there should be enny trubble between 'em. Plays both ends to the middle, does Carlsen. Slick! But he ain't won the pot. They's a joker in this game. Mebbe he holds it, mebbe not."

      He nodded mysteriously, well pleased with himself.

      "Don't suppose you brought a gun along with ye?" he asked Rainey. "Might come in handy."

      "I wasn't expecting to stay," Rainey replied dryly, "or I might have."

      Lund laughed heartily, slapping his leg.

      "That's a good un," he declared. "It would have bin a good idea, though. It sure pays to go heeled when you travel with strangers."

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