“How do I know this?” insisted the miser with a leer at the two lads.

“Because if the charge had gone off either before or after it passed through the figure, it would not have caused such havoc of the cloth and straw,” explained Tom.  “First the charge would have destroyed the steel plate, which it passed through without even denting it.  Why, look here, I will now fire the rifle at short range, and set it to destroy the plate.  See what happens.”

He quickly adjusted the weapon, and aimed it at the plate, which, had again been set up on the range.  This time Tom was careful to set the gage so that even a small part of the spent. charge would not go outside the gallery.

The young inventor pressed the button, and instantly the heavy steel plate was bent, torn and twisted as though a small sized cannon ball had gone through it.

“That’s what the rifle will do at short range,” said Tom.  “Don’t worry, Mr. Moker, you didn’t have a narrow escape.  You were in no danger at all, though I apologize for the fright I caused you.”

“Humph!  That’s an easy way to get out of it!” exclaimed the miser.  “I believe I could sue you for damages, anyhow.  Look at my scorched wall paper.”

“Oh, I’ll pay for that,” said Tom quickly, for he did not wish to have trouble with the unpleasant man.  “Will ten dollars be enough?” He knew that the whole room could be repapered for that, and he did not believe the wall-covering was sufficiently damaged for such work to be necessary.

“Well, if you’ll make it twelve dollars, I won’t say anything more about it,” agreed the miser craftily, “though it’s worth thirteen dollars, if it is a penny.  Give me twelve dollars, Tom Swift, and I won’t prosecute you.”

“All right, twelve dollars it shall be,” responded the young inventor, passing over the money, and glad to be rid of the unpleasant character.

“And after this, just fire that gun of yours the other way,” suggested Mr. Moker as he went out, carefully folding the bills which Tom had handed him.

“Hum! that was rather queer,” remarked Ned, after a pause.

“It sure was,” agreed his chum.  “This rifle will do more than I thought it would.  I’ll have to be more careful.  I was sure I set the gage for two hundred feet.  I’ll have to invent some automatic attachment to prevent it being discharged when the gage is set wrong.”  Let us state here that Tom did this, and never had another accident.

“Well, does this end the test?” asked Ned.

“No, indeed.  I want you to try it, while I look on,” spoke Tom.  “We haven’t any more stuffed figures to fire at, but I’ll set up some targets.  Come on, try your luck at a shot.”

“I’m afraid I might disturb Mr. Moker, or some of the neighbors.”

“No danger.  I’ve got it adjusted right now.  Come on, see if you can shatter this steel target,” and Tom set up a small one at the end of the range.