Beyond the clearing which the Den Dad had selected for an archery range, rose a heavily wooded area.
“Just like Sherwood Forest in England!” Dan exclaimed. “Say, this place should be all right for our play!”
“That castle has atmosphere too,” Brad agreed, highly pleased.
The building was a large, sprawling structure of many towers and turrets. A luxurious growth of vines covered the walls and blocked off some of the windows.
“They say that building has thousands of dollars’ worth of imported marble in it,” Brad said, staring at the desolate dwelling. “It’s just a big white elephant now. A pity it never was finished.”
“Mr. Lubell ran out of money?” Dan asked.
“Yes, he lost every penny he owned and was on charity at the time of his death. The bank never was able to find a buyer.”
“Unless the property gets some care pretty soon, it will fall into complete ruin,” Dan remarked.
His attention had been drawn to a smashed window pane. He noticed also that the foundation of the house had been damaged in several places. Walls remained in excellent condition however, and also the tall chimneys.
“Say, I’ll bet that place has some dandy fire places!” he commented.