“Brad and I won’t have more than we can carry,” Dan answered. “Thanks, a lot, Mom. You’ll be at the pow-wow?”
“I wouldn’t miss it, Dan. I aim to see you win that canoe race.”
“Sure hope I don’t let you down, Mom. Or the den,” Dan added with a grin. “See you later.”
He slammed out of the house, whistling as he went. The morning was bright, with not a hint of a cloud in the sky. Dan drew a deep breath as he started for Brad’s house. He felt fine, as if he could whip his weight in Den 1 Cubs!
At the next corner, Dan ran into Red, who had been out making a last minute collection of clothing to be sent to the Navajo reservation.
“I’m on my way to meet Brad and go to the grocery store,” Dan told him. “Want to come along?”
“Sure,” Red agreed.
Brad was sweeping the garage when the two boys joined him at his home. The job was nearly finished though.
“Got a list of what we’re supposed to buy?” he asked Dan.
Dan produced the scrap of paper Mrs. Holloway had given him the previous night.