Terry raised his gun and fired so quickly that none of the spectators thought that he had even taken aim. The bullet struck the gull squarely in the breast, and, of course, the bird came tumbling down right into the group of passengers. Exclamations of surprise burst from nearly every man on the deck. The loser didn't seem to care anything about his loss, so Fred end Terry sized him as a professional gambler. "Would you like to try another shot?" Terry asked. "Well, no; not at that price." "Well, I'll give you odds of two to one." "No, I've got enough," was the reply, and Terry laughed rather sarcastically. "I'll give you odds of a hundred to one," Terry said. "Great Scott!" exclaimed another passenger. "Will you give me such odds, mister?" "Yes if this gentleman refuses." "All right, I refuse," said the gentleman who had lost. "Then I'll take it and put up a hundred dollars," said the second man. "Well, that calls for ten thousand from me," replied Terry, and again he waited for a good shot. Finally another gull came flying over, about twice as high as the first two. Terry was going to wait for another chance, when the bettor angrily exclaimed that he must want a bird to alight on the muzzle of his revolver. "Why, surely you don't expect to have me shoot at a bird that is really out of range, do you?" "No, but that wasn't out of range." "My friend, you don't know anything about distance on either land or water. That gull is at least a hundred yards above us," and nearly every man on the deck agreed with Terry, but 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."