"What did he do with thith arrowhead?" he inquired.
"He tied it on to the end of an arrow, and shot bears with it."
"What'th an arrow?"
"A long, slender stick."
"Do you throw it?"
"You shoot it from a bow."
"What'th a bow?"
"A curved piece of wood with a string connecting the ends."
"How doeth it work?"
Roger heaved a sigh and then gave it up..
"Me for the bushes," he cried. "Language fails me; I'll have to make a
bow and arrow."
"It's the easiest way," nodded Tom. "Bring me a switch and I'll make
the arrow while you make the bow."
"Who's got a piece of string?" inquired Roger a few minutes later as he
held up his handiwork for the admiration of his friends,
James produced the necessary string and Roger strung the bow.
"Now, then, let's see what it will do," he said.
Adjusting the arrow he drew the cord and sent the simple shaft whizzing
through the air against a tree where it stuck in the bark for an
instant before it fell to the ground.
"Do you think it's safe for Dicky to have an arrow as sharp as that?"
inquired Helen.
"That's not sharp enough to do any damage.
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