“Why didn’t you sneak up from behind and nab him?” Brad demanded. “That was your chance, Ross.”
“I got a little excited. I started after him all right, but I made too much noise.”
“He heard you coming and ran?” Mr. Hatfield inquired.
“That’s right, sir. See, he dropped his bow here by the window.”
Ross picked up the bow which was made of lemonwood and gave it to Mr. Hatfield. The Cub leader did not take time to examine it.
“Which way did the fellow go?” he asked.
“Into the woods.”
“You didn’t try to follow him, Ross?”
“No, but I saw him start down that winding road through the burned area.”
“That’s the way he always goes!” cried Dan. “He must live somewhere near here.”