But it happened that the women lost sight of one another in the crowd and at last Hermine was left alone with Karl and went with him faithfully from target to target. He began at the extreme end where there was no crowd and, although he shot with no particular earnestness, made two or three hits in succession. Turning round to Hermine who stood behind him he said laughing: "That's doing pretty well!" She laughed too, but only with her eyes, while her lips said earnestly: "You must win a cup." "I can't do that," answered Karl, "to get twenty-five numbers I should have to use at least fifty cartridges and I only have twenty-five with me." "Oh," she said, "there's powder and lead enough for sale here." "But I don't want to buy any more; that would make the cup a pretty expensive prize! Some fellows, to be sure, do spend more money on powder than the trophy is worth, but I'm not such a fool." "You're very high-principled and economical," she said almost tenderly, "I like that. But it's the best fun of all to accomplish with a little just as much as the others with their elaborate preparations and terrible exertions. So pull yourself together and win with your twenty-five cartridges. If I were a marksman I'd make myself succeed." "Never! Such a thing never occurs, you little goose!" "That's because you are all only Sunday marksmen. Go ahead, begin and try it." He shot again and got a number and then a second. Again he looked at Hermine and she laughed still more with her eyes and said still more earnestly: "There, you see! It can be done, now go ahead."