“He must be a youngster too,” added Brad, pointing to several footprints he had found beside a bush. “See, his shoe is shorter than mine.”
The cluster of footprints appeared in a tiny clearing which gave an unobstructed view of the target.
“He must have stood here when he shot those three arrows,” Brad said. “The question is, which way did he go?”
Some of the Cubs were for combing the entire wooded section. However, Mr. Hatfield, who had followed the boys, advised against such action.
“The person easily could elude us, for apparently he knows the trails well,” he declared. “Furthermore, we have work to do. Now that Dan definitely has been chosen as Robin Hood, we must begin to whip our play into shape.”
“How about the other roles?” asked Midge. “Who is to be the Sheriff of Nottingham?”
“We’ve decided to give that role to Ross.”
“I knew it!” Ross muttered. “Why can’t I be Allan-a-Dale?”
“We’re not ready for the scenes in which that character appears,” the Cub leader explained patiently. “You’ll make a fine sheriff. Besides, Mr. Holloway tells me we’ll be able to refilm the banquet scene with no change except the addition of costumes.”
“Oh, fine!” Ross grumbled.