The recorded feat is certainly surprising just as it stands; but it is not surprising enough for Cooper.  Cooper adds a touch.  He has made Pathfinder do this miracle with another man’s rifle; and not only that, but Pathfinder did not have even the advantage of loading it himself.  He had everything against him, and yet he made that impossible shot; and not only made it, but did it with absolute confidence, saying, “Be ready to clench.”  Now a person like that would have undertaken that same feat with a brickbat, and with Cooper to help he would have achieved it, too.

Pathfinder showed off handsomely that day before the ladies.  His very first feat was a thing which no Wild West show can touch.  He was standing with the group of marksmen, observing—­a hundred yards from the target, mind; one jasper raised his rifle and drove the centre of the bull’s-eye.  Then the Quartermaster fired.  The target exhibited no result this time.  There was a laugh.  “It’s a dead miss,” said Major Lundie.  Pathfinder waited an impressive moment or two; then said, in that calm, indifferent, know-it-all way of his, “No, Major, he has covered jasper’s bullet, as will be seen if any one will take the trouble to examine the target.”

Wasn’t it remarkable!  How could he see that little pellet fly through the air and enter that distant bullet-hole?  Yet that is what he did; for nothing is impossible to a Cooper person.  Did any of those people have any deep-seated doubts about this thing?  No; for that would imply sanity, and these were all Cooper people.

“The respect for Pathfinder’s skill and for his ’quickness and accuracy of sight’” (the italics [’’] are mine) “was so profound and general, that the instant he made this declaration the spectators began to distrust their own opinions, and a dozen rushed to the target in order to ascertain the fact.  There, sure enough, it was found that the Quartermaster’s bullet had gone through the hole made by Jasper’s, and that, too, so accurately as to require a minute examination to be certain of the circumstance, which, however, was soon clearly established by discovering one bullet over the other in the stump against which the target was placed.”

They made a “minute” examination; but never mind, how could they know that there were two bullets in that hole without digging the latest one out? for neither probe nor eyesight could prove the presence of any more than one bullet.  Did they dig?  No; as we shall see.  It is the Pathfinder’s turn now; he steps out before the ladies, takes aim, and fires.

But, alas! here is a disappointment; an incredible, an unimaginable disappointment—­for the target’s aspect is unchanged; there is nothing there but that same old bullet-hole!

          “‘If one dared to hint at such a thing,’ cried Major Duncan, ’I
          should say that the Pathfinder has also missed the target!’”

As nobody had missed it yet, the “also” was not necessary; but never mind about that, for the Pathfinder is going to speak.