"
"Let's see what you can do," retorted Pepper, with a laugh. "I
don't believe you can better it."
"Begorrah, Oi don't belave it mesilf," replied Gerald, shooting
an arrow that struck just on the outer edge of the target. "Faith,
'twas a narrow escape Oi made, and it's toime Oi was making another,"
starting off on a run as the others made for him.
"That reminds me," broke in Dick Wilson.
"It's your turn, Dick," interrupted Rand, as Dick, stepping
in front of the target, after much careful aiming, shot his arrow
close beside Pepper's.
"Shure Oi wouldn't have belaved av Oi hadn't seen it," remarked
Gerald, who had cautiously ventured back.
This was some days later than the events recorded in the previous
chapters, since which time, Rand had been selected as leader and
Don as corporal, while Gerald, from his fun-loving proclivities,
had been named the "Patrol's jester."
The mystery surrounding the robbery had not been cleared up, and
was a frequent subject for conversation. Monkey Rae had not been
seen about.
They had met upon this occasion for archery practice on the lawn in
front of Mr.
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