Then, after again inspecting the lower floor, they let themselves out through the window.
“I hope to see Mr. Kain tomorrow,” Brad said as he walked back toward the archery range. “That broken window should be repaired.”
“Tomorrow’s Sunday,” Dan reminded him.
“That’s so. Well, I’ll make a point of seeing him Monday then. The window has been broken for a long while, so I suppose another day won’t matter too much.”
The Cubs had spread out their lunch at the base of a large elm tree. Brad and Dan joined the group and began to eat their sandwiches. As usual, the conversation reverted to the archery competition.
“If the Pack expects to win a prize for having the best play, it means we’ve got to dig in and work,” Mr. Hatfield warned the Cubs. “Our acting is rough, and a lot of detail has to be worked out.”
“Not to mention our archery,” added Brad with a laugh. “We can stand plenty of target practice!”
The Cubs finished lunch, rested for a half hour, and then voted to return to the archery range.
“Dan, you have a chance to win the part of Robin Hood,” Midge encouraged his friend. “Why don’t you get to work and show Ross Langdon you can beat him a mile!”
“Easier said than done. He is good and we both know it.”