Uncertain of the reception they might receive, the two boys rapidly retraced their steps to the tool house. In walking they kept a sharp watch of the bushes. Once Dan thought he heard a giggle from the shadowy woods. But he saw no one.
As the boys reached the tool house, the door suddenly swung open.
The Cubs again found themselves confronted by the gardener.
“Back again?” he demanded unpleasantly. “Didn’t I tell you to get on the move?”
“We started all right,” Brad replied. “Then someone shot at us from behind!”
“What d’you mean? Shot at you?”
Dan produced the arrow.
“Oh, that,” the gardener shrugged.
“Maybe you’ve seen an arrow like this before?” Brad inquired.
“Maybe I have,” the man answered unpleasantly. “Then again, maybe I ain’t. Now will you get off this property, or have I got to call the police?”