“We know a couple of things about him,” Dan said with a laugh. “He’s a dandy shot with the longbow, and besides, he’s something of a show-off!”
Presently the two boys rejoined the other Cubs. Ross, they learned, had complained that he was tired, and had caught a ride into Webster City.
“Tired, my right eye!” Dan snorted. “He was afraid we would nail him on that job, and wasn’t taking any chances.”
Since the day of their encounter with the unfriendly gardener, Brad had sought without success to learn who owned the estate. Reminded of his lack of information, the boy made inquiry of Mr. Holloway.
“I did hear who is living there,” the Den Dad said, trying to recollect. “The place is rented, I believe, to a retired army colonel. Someone told me he is seriously ill.”
“You don’t recall his name?”
“Can’t think of it now, Brad. It may come to me later.”
“I wonder if the owner has any children?”
“Not that I heard of, Brad. But then, I never had any particular interest. Anything on your mind, Brad?”
“No, I was merely curious about our neighbors. I’ve been wondering too, who that mysterious archer may be.”