“We could,” the Den Chief agreed reluctantly. “It seems a little like tattling though. Also, if Mr. Hatfield finds out how Ross has acted, he might ask him to resign from the Cubs. That would be tough on him. Ross wants to stay in the organization, even if he does do a lot of crabbing.”
“Okay, give him another chance,” Dan consented. “He isn’t a bad sort except for being lazy and conceited.”
The boys agreed to meet the next afternoon at 2 P.M. at Brad’s home. If unable to catch a ride they would hike to the Castle grounds.
“It shouldn’t take the two of us more than three hours to clean up the section, if Ross fails to do it,” Dan declared. “Suppose we’ll run into the Ghost of the Castle?”
“Say, that reminds me! I want to compare those arrows that were shot into the target today with the one we picked up at the gardener’s place.”
“I already have, Brad.”
“Do they match?”
“Perfectly.”
“The same person who shot at the target today must have hidden out in the woods at that other estate.”
“The place isn’t far from here,” Brad remarked, gazing thoughtfully toward the woods. “I wish we could find out who is spying on us.”