After Mr. Kain had gone, the Cubs remained for another two hours at the Brekenridge estate. Billy seemed pathetically eager for companionship.
He showed them about the grounds and displayed his archery equipment. Not in the least boastful, the boy, at request of the Cubs, demonstrated his ability with bow and arrow.
“I’ve practiced for years,” he said. “My father taught me in England. You’ll all be as good or better than I am, after you’ve practiced awhile.”
“We doubt that,” laughed Dan. “All the same, it will come in handy having you to do a little behind-the-scenes shooting.”
“I’ll be your double,” Billy volunteered. “Whenever a scene requires very accurate shooting, I can substitute for you, but my face won’t show.”
Details of the various scenes in which both boys would take part were worked out. Then it was time for the Cubs to leave.
“You’ll come again—soon?” Billy asked wistfully, escorting the group to the estate entrance.
“Sure,” Dan told him. “As often as we’re invited.”
“That will be every single day!” Billy laughed. “You won’t forget your other promise—to make me a Cub?”
“No one can make you a Cub,” Dan replied. “That’s up to you. You may be sure, though, we’ll take you into the organization.”