The descendants of the Mound Builders were courteous enough to give their guest the first shot. As the Golden Hearted pulled a buckskin shield over his right hand he looked up at the wise men, and his eyes said:
"Trust me! I shall not fail."
Then he stooped quickly and raised the bow from the ground and placed it against his knee cap to get a good purchase. With an upward body movement he drew the long bow as far as he could, faced the painted disc target and let fly. Like the arrow that sped so swiftly that it caught fire as it flew, this one sang through the air and imbedded itself in the blue ring where it rocked and shook violently.
"The Great White Hare has won five points!" shouted the tally keepers in the Judge's corner.
"What skill!" said one pointing to the still quivering arrow. "What strength!" said another, while the wise men began to feel very proud indeed.
It was such hard work that the face of Golden Hearted was flushed but he shut his teeth together hard, and was determined to make a still better effort.
His second shot sent the arrow into the red ring nearly opposite the blue, and this scored him seven points.
"There is fine aiming!" said the judges to each other, while the other people leaned over in their seats and watched intently.
There was just a shadow of a smile on the lips of the Golden Hearted, as he made ready for the final shot from the first station.
"Ping!" and the third arrow fairly whistled as it hit the exact center of the yellow spot.