rules, he has a right to shoot until the president declares it is too late. Some of you fellows stay here, and I'll bring him."
And away he ran, first giving me charge of his precious bow. There was no need of his asking us to stay. We were bound to see the fun out; and to fill up the time our president offered a special prize of a handsome bouquet from his gardens, to be shot for by the ladies.
Pepton ran to the railroad station, and telegraphed to the Champion. This was his message:
"You are absolutely needed here. If possible, take the 5.30 train for Ackford. I will drive over for you. Answer."
There was no train before the 6.15 by which the Champion could come directly to our village; but Ackford, a small town about three miles distant, was on another railroad, on which there were frequent afternoon trains.
The Champion answered:
"All right. Meet me."
Then Pepton rushed to our livery stable, hired a horse and buggy, and drove to Ackford.
A little after half-past six, when several of us were beginning to think that Pepton had failed in his plans, he drove rapidly into the grounds, making a very short turn at the gate, and pulled up his panting horse just in time to avoid running over three ladies, who were seated on the grass. The Champion was by his side!
The latter lost no time in talking or salutations. He knew what he had been brought there to do, and
