“Gosh, wait ’till the Cubs hear about this cave!” Brad chuckled. “And won’t we have it all over the Den 1 fellows! I sure wish we knew what’s back in there.”
Mr. Hatfield had completed his inspection of the entranceway. He now backed away to rejoin Dan and Brad.
“We might be able to explore it,” he said, dubiously.
“Today?” Dan’s voice became electric with anticipation.
“No, that’s definitely out. We’d need flashlights and lots of batteries, a good stout rope and maybe some other equipment. Besides, I’d want Mr. Holloway’s opinion before tackling it.”
“When can we do it?” Brad demanded. “Tomorrow night?”
“Possibly,” Mr. Hatfield conceded. “I’m making no promises though.”
Now that they could learn no more, the Cubs were eager to return to camp to tell their Den mates of the exciting discovery. Launching the canoe, both Dan and Brad paddled. However, it was hard work, moving against the current.
Nearly twenty minutes elapsed before the trio came within hailing distance of the camp.
“Perhaps it’s just as well not to mention the cave tonight,” Mr. Hatfield remarked. “I want the Cubs to know about it eventually. But if they learn about it too soon, it may get them all excited.”