the rifle on. Vittorio advanced for his third turn under the keenly suspicious scrutiny of six eyes. They could not divine how such shooting could be accomplished by trickery, but, still more, they could not divine how it could be accomplished without. Vittorio sighted more carefully this time, but he made his bull's-eye with unabated precision.
"Dat make-a free time," he observed, relinquishing the rifle with a regretful sigh.
"Guess I 've had enough," said Peter. "You 're Vittorio Emanuele, same-a de king, all right. We don't appear to trot in your class. How'd ye learn?"
"All Italian mans know how shoot—learn in de army. I shoot-a long time. Shoot-a Afric'."
"Africa!" said Peter. "You been in Africa?"
"Two time," Vittorio nodded.
"What'd ye shoot there—lions?"
"No, no lion." Vittorio raised his shoulders with a deprecatory air. "Just man."
