A one-inch bull's eye was substituted. Frank fired first. He scored a clean hit. Simpson also hit the eye, though not so squarely. Still it counted a hit. Now the bull's eye was reduced to half an inch, and at seventy yards it seemed almost impossible to hit it. This time Simpson was to fire first. Carefully he took deliberate aim and fired. A shout went up from the _Queen Mary_ men who stood near. "Missed it by a hair," said one. "Beat it, Chadwick! Beat it!" "He can't beat it! Hooray! We've won!" This from the _Indefatigable's_ crew. "Good shooting, old man," said Frank, quietly, as he took his position. Carefully he measured the distance with his eye. Then he raised his revolver slowly, and seeming scarcely to take aim, fired. And a yell went up from the _Queen Mary's_ crew. "Bull's eye! Bull's eye!" they cried, and danced and capered about the deck. Frank had won. He had hit the bull's eye squarely. The men rushed up and danced about him. "Good work!" they cried. "Five points for us. Nine to seven now. We'll win this yet!" Simpson approached Frank and extended a hand. "Good shooting, son," he exclaimed. Simpson was a man well along in years, and he put this touch of familiarity to his words to make Frank realize that they were sincere. "I used to be something of a shot myself," he said. "But I guess you are better than I ever was." Frank took Simpson's hand. "You would probably beat me next time," he said. Simpson shook his head. "Not in a thousand years," he said, and walked off. Meantime, Captain Raleigh and Captain Reynolds were having it out. "Told you so! Told you so!" exclaimed the former, as pleased as a boy. "We'll beat you yet, sure." "No, you won't, Raleigh," said Reynolds, with a wink. "I'll tell you something. Ever hear of a man named Harris?" "Yes; I know several men by that name." "Ever hear of Tim Harris?" "By George! You mean Tim Harris, of the _Queen Elizabeth_?" "The same." "The champion of the British fleet, eh? You mean to tell me you have rung him in on us?" "We didn't ring him in," was the reply. "He was transferred to the _Indefatigable_ before the _Queen Elizabeth_ went to the Dardanelles. We've been saving this up as a little surprise." Captain Raleigh had lost his look of optimism. "Then our man should be warned," he said. "He may wish to withdraw." "It is only fair to tell him who his opponent is," agreed Captain Reynolds. "I guess we should have done it long ago." "I'll tell him," said Captain Raleigh. At this moment there was a loud cheer from the crew of the _Queen Mary_. "Here he comes!" they shouted. Jack, stripped to the waist and wearing a pair of trunks, had appeared on deck. Two men accompanied him. These, it seemed, were to be his seconds. Jack caught sight of Frank and smiled. And again the crew of the _Queen Mary_ went wild. CHAPTER V THE FIGHT