“Yeah, but Ross should pay his share of the damage,” Red protested hotly. “After all, he’s as much to blame for the fire as we are—maybe more so.”
“What do you mean by that crack?” Ross demanded.
“You were assigned to clean up the brush in your section. Well, that was where the fire started!”
“I didn’t do it! Furthermore, I came out here last night and raked brush until I was blue in the face!”
“You probably started a little fire and thought you had put it out—”
“That’s not so,” Ross flung at his accuser. “You can’t prove it. I never touched a match.”
“Cut it out, Red,” Brad quietly advised the other Cub. “Ross’ word is good with me. You have no right to accuse him when you haven’t any evidence.”
“Okay,” Red muttered, rather ashamed of himself, “I guess I did speak out of turn. Sorry, Ross.”
The Den 1 boy made no reply. Turning quickly, he walked to one of the cars.
“We’re all out of sorts and dead tired,” Dan said. “It makes us all jumpy, especially after Mr. Kain came out here and delivered such a sock.”