CHAPTER 8 Expert Shooting
Rather alarmed, Brad and Dan looked quickly behind them.
The roadway was clear. Nor could they see anyone hiding in the bushes.They were certain however, that the arrow had been shot from thatdirection.
"It's a joke, I guess," Brad said a bit unnerved. "Either that, or thegardener is taking this way of getting even."
After a moment, the boys went over to the tree and pulled out the arrowfrom the tree where it had lodged.
"Say!" Dan exclaimed. "This looks like the arrow that was shot into ourtarget the other day at the castle!"
"It is the same size and shape!"
"We're not far from the castle grounds either, Brad."
"That's so. You know, I don't like the idea of anyone shooting over ourheads, Dan. The arrow may have been aimed high on purpose, but it's adangerous trick."
"It sure is. Do you think the gardener would do a trick like that?"
"He certainly wanted us to leave. We didn't make any trouble about itthough. So I can't see why he'd shoot an arrow."
"Even if he didn't, he may know who the archer is," Dan said, slippingthe shaft into his pocket. "Let's go back to the tool house and ask himpoint-blank."
"We-ll--"
"This is a free country," Dan argued. "No one has a right to be shootingarrows at us."
"All right, we'll ask him," Brad consented. "We are trespassing though,and he's within his rights to order us off the property."
Uncertain of the reception they might receive, the two boys rapidlyretraced their steps to the tool house. In walking they kept a sharpwatch of the bushes. Once Dan thought he heard a giggle from the shadowywoods. But he saw no one.
As the boys reached the tool house, the door suddenly swung open.
The Cubs again found themselves confronted by the gardener.
"Back again?" he demanded unpleasantly. "Didn't I tell you to get on themove?"
"We started all right," Brad replied. "Then someone shot at us frombehind!"
"What d'you mean? Shot at you?"
Dan produced the arrow.
"Oh, that," the gardener shrugged.
"Maybe you've seen an arrow like this before?" Brad inquired.
"Maybe I have," the man answered unpleasantly. "Then again, maybe Iain't. Now will you get off this property, or have I got to call thepolice?"
"We'll go, but first we want to know about this arrow," Dan saidstubbornly. "Did you shoot it?"
"No, I didn't," the gardener retorted. "I got other things to do thanshoot arrows."
"Maybe you have a son--" Brad began, but the man interrupted.
"No, I don't have a son," he said. Uneasily the man glanced toward theveranda where an elderly looking gentleman had appeared. "Now get going,or I'll call the police! This is your last warning."
Thoroughly disgusted, Brad and Dan moved away. At the bend in the lane,they glanced back and saw that the elderly man remained on the porch,watching them. Evidently he was the owner of the property, they thought.
"We should have appealed to him," Brad said. "For some reason, OldSourpuss didn't want us to talk to his employer. Probably he's afraidwe'll drop a word to the master about how he's allowed the weeds toflourish."
Approaching the place where the arrow had been shot, the boys walkedwarily. Nothing happened. Nor did they see anyone hiding amid the bushes.
Safely, Dan and Brad reached the main road.
"Who do you suppose shot that arrow?" Dan speculated. "I don't believe itwas the gardener, and he said he has no son."
Brad could not venture a guess. He agreed with Dan, however, that thearrow appeared to be identical with the one that had been shot into thetarget at the castle grounds.
The meeting with the gardener had discouraged the two boys. After talkingit over, they decided to abandon looking for work that day.
"We have one job lined up at any rate," Dan declared. "That will keep theCubs busy and provide a little money."
On the following day, the boys of Den 2 joined forces to clear away theweeds and dry grass at the Wilkinson estate. So well did they do thework, that the owner engaged them to clean another larger area for him.
By the end of the day, the Cubs had netted enough to buy the materialsfor their costumes.
All that week Dan spent as much time as he could on the archery rangenear his home. He and Midge practiced too at the Holloway home, with Mr.Holloway offering expert instruction.
"You've improved remarkably," the Den Dad praised Dan. "Just don't getexcited Saturday, and you may yet win the role of Robin Hood."
On Saturday, not only the Cubs of both dens but the parents as well,gathered to witness the shooting contest.
Mr. Holloway had brought along his movie camera and planned to record thematch.
"We'll run the contest off as much as possible as it was done atNottingham Town," Mr. Hatfield announced. "However, the winner shall havethe role of Robin Hood."
"Review the scene for us, please," Midge requested the Cub leader.
Mr. Hatfield explained that the Sheriff of Nottingham had planned theshooting contest as a trick to capture Robin Hood. Because the outlaw wasknown never to miss an important match, it was believed that he would notfail to appear.
"On the sidelines we have the sheriff and his men," the Cub leader said."When the herald blows a blast, the archers take their places. How manyare to compete for the role?"
Only four boys had decided to try for it. Besides Dan and Ross, Midge andClyde Jennings, a boy from Den 1, had finally asked for a chance at thepart.
"Each boy will shoot only six arrows," the Cub leader instructed. "Andthe one having the highest total is the winner."
Clyde Jennings stepped to the line. His first three arrows missed thetarget entirely. The final three barely caught in the outer rim.
"That finishes me," muttered Clyde, deeply humiliated. "I never did thatbad before. Having so many people watching, made me nervous."
Midge's turn came next. He drew his bow quickly but did not take ascareful aim as he might have done. The arrow netted him only threepoints.
On the next five shots Midge used more care. Even so, he wound up with atotal of 20 points.
"I'm out of it," he whispered to Dan. "Unless you can come through, Rosswill be Robin Hood."
The crowd became quiet as Ross picked up his bow. His first two arrowslanded squarely in the gold of the target.
Ross grinned at his own success and winked at one of the Cubs.
But his next shot was wild, barely catching the outer rim of the target.On his fourth arrow he recovered form somewhat, managing to net sevenpoints.
His total score read: 991753 or six arrows shot for a total of 34 points.
"Nice going, Ross," praised Dan. "I don't think I can better it."
The Den 1 boy's response was a proud smile. He too felt that Dan couldn'tbeat him.
"Shoot as well as you can, Dan," Midge whispered into his ear. "Our playwill be ruined if Ross is made Robin Hood."
Dan deftly fitted the feather of the arrow to his bowstring. Taking aimcarefully, he let speed the shaft. Straight it flew, but missed thetarget by a scant inch and nose-dived into a hillock.
The Cubs of Den 2 emitted a loud moan. Ross smiled broadly. He wasconfident now of victory.
Outwardly unmoved, Dan again took aim, deliberately lowering his sight.Again the arrow flew straight from his bow, landing in the gold.
"Nine points!" shouted Midge, tossing his cap into the air. "Keep 'erup."
Dan shot twice more in rapid succession. Both arrows landed in theyellow. The boy now had shot four times for a total of 27 points.
"Do it again, Dan!" yelled Red.
Dan, however, was less sure of himself on the next shot. The arrow duginto the target on the rim of the gold.
Lest there be any argument, Mr. Hatfield ruled that it had fallen withinthe next band of color. Dan was awarded 7 points.
"That ties the score!" whooped Midge. "You'll win easily now, Dan."
The words unnerved Dan. As he raised his bow to make the final shot, hecould feel his arm tremble. When he finally released the arrow, it missedthe target.
"Buck fever," Dan laughed, putting down his bow. "I guess I deserve tolose out to Ross."
"But you haven't," Mr. Hatfield informed him. "You're both tied with 34points. Now you'll have to shoot again."
Ross had jumped up from the grass. "I don't want to do that," heprotested. "My arm is sore. I hit the target every time while Dan missedtwice. Doesn't that prove--"
"Not a thing," said Mr. Hatfield. "Well, Ross, if you're unwilling toshoot again, suppose we settle it by drawing lots?"
"Okay," the boy agreed after hesitating a moment. "I'm pretty lucky."
"How about you, Dan? Are you willing to settle it by drawing cuts?"
"That's fair enough," Dan agreed. "For that matter, I'm willing to givethe part to Ross. Honestly, I feel he's the better shot."
"Ross will make an excellent Sheriff of Nottingham," returned Mr.Hatfield, preparing several strips of paper for the "draw." "So we'lldecide the matter by lot."
The Cub leader told the boys that the one who received the shorter stubof paper should be declared winner.
Ross took his turn first. After studying the slips which Mr. Hatfieldheld half-concealed in his hand, he finally drew one forth.
In length, it appeared fairly short.
Dan's turn came next. Thinking that Ross already had won, he selected aslip carelessly. To his astonishment, it was a stub end--at least twoinches shorter than the paper the other boy had drawn.
"Dan wins!" cried Chips gleefully.
Ross was too crestfallen to speak. He started to say that the contesthadn't been fair, but choked off the words. After all, he had protestedat shooting a second time, and had favored drawing lots.
"I'm sorry, Ross," Dan said, noticing the other's keen disappointment."If it means so much to you, keep the role."
Ross shook his head and tried to grin.
"No, you won the part and it's yours for good," he said.
"Well spoken, Ross," said Mr. Hatfield, clapping him on the back. "A Cubhas to be a good sport about losing out. You'll be an asset to the playas the Sheriff of Nottingham."
"Oh, sure," Ross murmured, smiling weakly.
The Cubs started toward the target, intending to retrieve their arrows.
Before they could cross the range, three arrows were shot in rapidsuccession over their heads. Each lodged in almost the center of thetarget.
Amazed, the boys whirled around. The archer who had sent the arrowswinging had drawn his bow from a long distance away. But he was nowherein sight.
"Who shot those arrows?" Mr. Hatfield demanded. "That was real shooting!"
"I think they came from that clump of bushes to the right!" Bradexclaimed. "It must be that mysterious fellow who's always taking shotsover our heads. Let's nab him."
Thus urged, the Cubs made a dash for the clump of foliage.
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