“Sure,” Midge admitted grudgingly. “But don’t forget he’s lazy. He’s so certain of winning the part, I’ll bet he doesn’t do much practicing.”
“I’d like the part,” Dan said. “I intend to work hard to improve my shooting. All the same, I haven’t much hope.”
The two Cubs were the first to reach the archery range and so had their choice of bows.
Dan shot first, placing four of his arrows within the black of the target. Only two struck the outer rim.
“You’re getting more accurate every time, Dan!” Midge approved, stepping up to take his turn.
Three of his arrows missed the target completely. He shot the next three more carefully, managing to get them on the rim.
“Friar Tuck would blush with shame if he could see me,” Midge laughed ruefully. “Wow! Am I lousy!”
The two boys trotted down to the target to retrieve their arrows.
Midge glanced at the very center of the target face and gasped in astonishment.
“Dan, you made a bull’s-eye! Your shaft went right to the heart of it!”