three o'clock
The sight bobbed about , then steadied . He put pressure on the trigger , then growled softly as the weapon fired . `` Oh , no ! Drifted off at three o'clock . '' His father exhaled a small cloud of smoke and said nothing . Don looked at him unhappily for a moment , then reloaded and brought the rifle up again . Finally , the tenth shot smacked against the backstop and he racked his weapon and punched at the target return button .