“You’ll have your chance tomorrow,” Mr. Hatfield soothed him. “Odd though, about that fire.”
“I seriously doubt the warden would grant anyone a permit in this section of the park,” added Mr. Holloway. “The danger of starting a forest fire is great at this time of year.”
Although Red insisted that his attention first had been attracted by a glimpse of a camp fire through the trees, the others could not now see the blaze. Despite the boy’s insistence that the sight he had viewed was very real, they were inclined to think his eyes had played him false.
Decidedly crestfallen, Red accompanied his would-be rescuers back to the Holloway cottage. Immediately, the other Cubs fell upon him, demanding to know where he had been so long.
Brad and Dan would have spared their chum the tale, but Red himself told it. In fact, he expanded upon his original story, building up the face he had seen as an awe-inspiring apparition.
At first the Cubs were impressed, but as Red added more and more to the tale, they began to scoff. Soon they flatly informed him that he was “talking through his hat.”
“You were scared, that’s what!” accused Midge. “You thought you’d play a joke on us with that bear skin. Instead, the joke’s on you!”
“Sure, Red got out there in the woods and began seeing things that weren’t so,” chuckled Mack.
The teasing so upset Red that he spilled a little of the hot chocolate in the mug Mrs. Holloway had served him.
“I’ll show you,” he retorted fiercely. “Just give me a chance! That’s all I ask.”