“Can’t you take an easier design?”
“Yes, but we have the center all done. I guess it’s better to go on, but it’s going to be hard.”
“We ought to get that blanket back somehow, Dan. Professor Sarazen didn’t say so, but I have a hunch it’s worth a lot of money.”
“Losing it has taken all the fun out of planning for the pow-wow. Any idea what became of it, Brad?”
“An idea maybe. But nothing we can act on.”
The two Cubs had reached Morton and White St., where they must separate to go to their individual homes. They paused in front of Grisby’s Grocery Store to say goodbye.
Standing there, Dan chanced to glance through the big plateglass window where an array of fruit had been temptingly displayed.
It was not the fruit, however, which held his attention. Instead, his gaze fastened upon two men inside the store. They stood at the counter, making purchases from Mr. Grisby, the owner.
“Our friends!” Dan exclaimed. “Looks as if they’re buying camp stuff. At least they’re getting enough to last ’em awhile.”
Brad turned to stare through the big grocery store window.