Chub flushed, knowing full well that reference was being made to the jittery way he had talked about ghosts.
“I’ve got a lot to learn,” he said soberly. “I want to be a Cub the worst way. I’ll try awfully hard.”
“Sure you will,” Dan declared with a friendly grin. “You’ll make it too. At first it seems as if there’s a lot to learn. Know the Law of the Pack yet?”
“I think so. But what is the Pack?”
“Gee whiskers! You are dumb!” Red snorted, coming back with the basketball tucked under his arm.
“You’re violating one of the Cub rules right now,” Dan informed Red. “A Cub is supposed to be courteous.”
“Aw, I didn’t mean anything! I’m sorry, Chub.”
“I don’t mind being called dumb, because I am. But I’m catching on a little.”
The Cubs warmed to the boy, liking the way he admitted his shortcomings. He might be young, but he was eager and willing, and that was what counted.
“You asked about the Pack,” Dan said, taking up Chub’s question. “It’s an association of Dens. Every month all the Den members have a big gathering of the citywide Pack. Believe me, those are some pow-wows!”