Ross grinned at his own success and winked at one of the Cubs.
But his next shot was wild, barely catching the outer rim of the target. On his fourth arrow he recovered form somewhat, managing to net seven points.
His total score read: 991753 or six arrows shot for a total of 34 points.
“Nice going, Ross,” praised Dan. “I don’t think I can better it.”
The Den 1 boy’s response was a proud smile. He too felt that Dan couldn’t beat him.
“Shoot as well as you can, Dan,” Midge whispered into his ear. “Our play will be ruined if Ross is made Robin Hood.”
Dan deftly fitted the feather of the arrow to his bowstring. Taking aim carefully, he let speed the shaft. Straight it flew, but missed the target by a scant inch and nose-dived into a hillock.
The Cubs of Den 2 emitted a loud moan. Ross smiled broadly. He was confident now of victory.
Outwardly unmoved, Dan again took aim, deliberately lowering his sight. Again the arrow flew straight from his bow, landing in the gold.
“Nine points!” shouted Midge, tossing his cap into the air. “Keep ’er up.”