“I’m willing to go along on the Robin Hood idea if I can have his part,” he said grudgingly.
“Modest, aren’t you?” Midge twitted him.
“Ross probably has a good reason for wanting the lead part,” said Mr. Hatfield quickly. “How about it, Ross?”
The boy flushed and looked a bit ashamed. “Oh, I don’t want to be Robin Hood just to have the lead part,” he defended himself.
“Then why not settle for one of the foresters?” demanded Red.
“I figure the one who plays Robin Hood should be the best archer in the Pack. Well, that’s me.”
“You are a modest little guy!” Midge snorted. “I bet you can hit the bull’s-eye every time at three paces back!”
“I’m good and you know it!” Ross insisted.
“You’re good and you know it,” Midge growled. “Of all the conceit—”
“Never mind, boys,” said the Cub leader, breaking off what promised to be a lively argument. “We’ll not quarrel about who has this or that part. When the time comes, they’ll be assigned.”