"'He is in league with satan,' cried a voice in the crowd. 'No mortal
being could do that without the evil one's help.'
"'He is satan himself,' cried another, 'and could shoot a hole through
the moon if his rifle would reach that far.'
"Shot after shot followed, each one leaving a bullet hole in the vase,
until the whole nine were there, and anyone having good eyes can see
them to-day."
"Fritz, Franz, I see them!" cried Paul. "Oh, he was a wonderful
marksman. I wonder if anyone is living now who could do it?"
"But," suggested Franz, "how easily the maker of the weather-vane could
make the nine holes before it was placed on the top of the tower."
"You boys can settle that question among yourselves," replied Uncle
Braun, "but listen to the rest of the story. The burgomaster and
councilmen were glad to have the chance to spare the life of the
stalwart and expert marksman, and told him that he was free to go,
providing he would no longer molest travelers in the forest.
"He made no reply, and the councilmen held a consultation and one of
them went to him with another offer.
"'The head-master of hunting died lately, and his place must be
filled,' he said.
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