To make certain that equipment would be available, Mr. Holloway, one of the Den Dads, had driven on ahead to set up a target. He had borrowed several bows for the occasion, and Ross had brought his sets.
“Ever do any shooting, Dan?” Brad asked his friend as they presently approached the bank property.
“A little, but it was more than a year ago. No chance I’ll give Ross any competition for the Robin Hood role.”
“Oh, maybe you will,” the older boy encouraged him. “You’re good at most games requiring skill.”
“Ross has had more practice than any of the Cubs.”
“I know,” Brad admitted. “He may win the role. I hope not.”
Ross, apparently sensing that he was being discussed, approached the two boys. Brad and Dan immediately fell silent.
“Plotting something?” Ross demanded suspiciously.
“Of course not,” Brad replied. Of all the Cubs in the Pack, Ross was the only one who rubbed him the wrong way.
“I heard you say something about Robin Hood,” Ross declared. “I guess you figure you’ll nail the role for someone in Den 2.”