...he trail adjusting his piece for the night's work. His gunnery had been superb during the evening and his blood was up. I descended into a little valley and lost sight of the group, but heard Calloway 's stern voice: Sit down, Moore! Your gun is well enough; the sharpshooting is not over yet. Get down! I rose the hill. One moment, Captain! My trail's a hair's breadth too much to the right,...