“The Cubs have done their share of brush cutting,” he said. “I want this place to represent sheer fun for the boys.”
“Say, we’re going to like that!” laughed Midge.
“I guess SO!” chuckled Red.
“The Cubs need an archery range,” suggested Billy.
“I intended to ask about that,” said his grandfather. “Billy, fetch a bow and arrow.”
The boy ran to do his bidding. When he returned with it, the colonel placed the bow in Dan’s hands.
“Now, Robin Hood, you must shoot this arrow with care,” he advised. “For wherever it falls, there shall be the Cubs’ future archery range.”
“I know exactly the stretch we need!” declared Dan. “If only I don’t miss my aim.”
As the other Cubs gathered about him, the boy raised his bow and took careful aim.
Away sped the arrow, straight and true to fall to earth exactly at the spot he had planned.