"There are pleasanter things," responded The Duke, "and he is a fairly good shot"
Meantime the singing had started again, and, looking through the chink, I saw that Bruce had got his eye on the stovepipe again. While I was looking The Pilot slipped away from us toward the door.
"Come back!" said the Duke, "don't be a fool! Come back, he'll shoot you dead!"
Moore paid no heed to him, but stood waiting at the door. In a few moments Bruce blazed away again at the stovepipe. Immediately the Pilot burst in, calling out eagerly:
"Did you get him?"
"No!" said Bruce, disappointedly, "he dodged like the devil, as of course he ought, you know."
"I'll get him," said Moore. "Smoke him out," proceeding to open the stove door.
"Stop!" screamed Bruce, "don't open that door! It's full, I tell you. "Moore paused. "Besides," went on Bruce, "smoke won't touch 'em."
"Oh, that's all right," said Moore, coolly and with admirable quickness, "wood smoke, you know they can't stand that."
This was apparently a new idea in demonology for Bruce, for he sank back, while Moore lighted
