“You’ll be Robin Hood, I take it?” Ross cut in, annoyed that the younger boy should think of all the ideas.
“Oh, pipe down, Ross!” Brad silenced him.
“You heard Mr. Hatfield say that role will be chosen after we have an archery contest.”
“Oh, Ross may play the bridge scene if he wants to,” Dan said with a chuckle.
“Mighty generous of you,” Ross retorted. “You know I’ll win the part anyway.”
“Don’t be too sure of that,” Midge cut in. “If I remember correctly, you made that same boast—that you would win—the time we had the swimming meet. Remember? Dan didn’t have much to say, but he came in ahead and won the cup for the Den.”
“Aw, I was off form that week,” Ross muttered. “I won’t even need to practice to beat all the Cubs at archery.”
“Modest, aren’t you?” Brad grinned. “Well, time will tell.”
The four boys returned to the archery range where Mr. Hatfield was instructing the Cubs. He warned them that one might be injured by thrusting the breast into the way of the bowstring, or by overdrawing.
“While you are learning, it is better never to practice unless Mr. Holloway or I can be with you,” he advised.