"
"I'll tell you what to do, Roger, get some of those rubber tips that
slip on the ends of lead pencils. The English stationer must have
some. If you put them on all these arrows they can't do any harm."
"Meanwhile the kiddies had better not have them," Mrs. Schuler decided,
so they were put aside with the basket, to be finished later when the
needed tips should be procured in Rosemont.
"You got off pretty well, that time, sir," laughed Roger. "What were
you trying to do?"
"I wath an Indian thooting bearth. Vladimir wath a bear."
"A Russian bear. You got him all right; but let me tell you, young
man; you must be mighty careful what you aim at, for international
complications may follow."
"What'th that?"
"That means it's dangerous to aim at _anybody_. I'll make you a target
and when you get so you can hit the bull's eye three times out of five
at a distance of fifteen feet I'll give you a better bow. Is it a
bargain?"
Dicky shook hands on it solemnly.
"Remember now, no shooting at any living thing."
"Not a cat?"
"Not a cat or a bird, a dog or any other animal on two legs or four.
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