“Even the judges were laughing,” Brad whispered to Fred. “We’re doing all right so far.”
As the play unfolded, the audience learned that a reward of two hundred pounds had been offered for Robin Hood’s head, and that the Sheriff of Nottingham had sworn he himself would seize the outlaw.
The Cubs were uncertain how Ross Langdon would act his role. During practice he had alternately sulked or clowned.
As it developed, the doubts proved needless. Ross was as determined as the other Cubs to win honors for the Pack. He spoke his lines carefully, and his blustering manner exactly fitted the role.
Finally, came the vital scene of the play, the shooting match at Nottingham Town.
When Dan’s turn came to shoot, he could feel his heart hammering against his ribs. The other archers in the scene had shot their arrows flying into the target.
And, as luck would have it, two of the shots had been especially good. To uphold the role of Robin Hood, he must beat both of them.
“Gosh! Do your best, Dan,” Midge whispered to his friend. “I didn’t mean to put an arrow in the gold. It slipped away from me!”
Dan dared not look too long at the target. Drawing the bow, he loosed the string.
For a moment he stood motionless, his eye fixed upon his point of aim. He was afraid to hope. If the arrow failed to beat the other two—the match was a farce!