"You do not suppose I am such a flat as to choose that velvet gimcrack there ?" Otto laughed in scorn, and began to prepare his bow.

The trumpets sounding proclaimed that the sports were about to commence.
Is it necessary to describe them?
No: that has already been done in the novel of "Ivanhoe" before mentioned.

Fancy the archers clad in Lincoln green, all coming forward in turn, and firing at the targets.

Some hit, some missed; those that missed were fain to retire amidst the jeers of the multitudinous spectators.

Those that hit began new trials of skill; but it was easy to see, from the first, that the battle lay between Squintoff (the Rowski archer) and the young hero with the golden hair and the ivory bow.