“But don’t you think Robin Hood should be good with a bow and arrow?” Ross demanded. “In the tournament scene, wouldn’t it be something if he couldn’t hit the target?”
“I agree that the part of Robin Hood should be played by the Cub most skilled with a bow and arrow,” Mr. Hatfield said. “We’ll determine that by having a preliminary contest.”
“Suits me,” grinned Ross, pushing back his chair. “I’m the same as Robin Hood right now!”
“Oh, one more surprise,” Mr. Hatfield said, as the boys started to leave their places. “One of the Den Dads, Mr. Holloway, has a moving picture camera. He will make a movie of the play as we work it out.”
“Where will we take the pictures?” Dan asked. “Here at the Cave?”
The room which the Cubs used in summer time for their meeting place was high over the beach, reached by a long flight of stairs. Barely large enough to hold all the boys at one time, it never would provide a suitable background for the Robin Hood play.
“We’ll have to find ourselves a forest primeval to double for Sherwood Forest,” Brad chuckled. “I know just the place too.”
“Where?” demanded Dan.
“Out west of the city near the Haunted Castle.”
“The Haunted Castle!” repeated Midge with keen interest. “Never heard of such a place. How’d it get that name?”