“Say!” Dan exclaimed. “This looks like the arrow that was shot into our target the other day at the castle!”
“It is the same size and shape!”
“We’re not far from the castle grounds either, Brad.”
“That’s so. You know, I don’t like the idea of anyone shooting over our heads, Dan. The arrow may have been aimed high on purpose, but it’s a dangerous trick.”
“It sure is. Do you think the gardener would do a trick like that?”
“He certainly wanted us to leave. We didn’t make any trouble about it though. So I can’t see why he’d shoot an arrow.”
“Even if he didn’t, he may know who the archer is,” Dan said, slipping the shaft into his pocket. “Let’s go back to the tool house and ask him point-blank.”
“We-ll—”
“This is a free country,” Dan argued. “No one has a right to be shooting arrows at us.”
“All right, we’ll ask him,” Brad consented. “We are trespassing though, and he’s within his rights to order us off the property.”