“Sure, and let’s think up a good one,” proposed Chips. “We’ve got to teach that little guy a lesson he won’t forget!”
CHAPTER 15
A Message
As Dan and Brad walked up, the Cubs broke up their circle.
“Having a little conference?” the Den Chief inquired pointedly.
“Oh, just talking,” Midge Holloway replied uneasily.
The group was comprised of Red, Chips, Midge and Fred.
Brad fixed his gaze disapprovingly upon the four conspirators.
“I’m ashamed of you,” he said. “Plotting behind Mr. Hatfield’s back. You didn’t figure on letting Dan or me know what you were doing either!”
“We haven’t done anything yet,” Midge defended the group. “Furthermore, we haven’t had a chance to talk over this matter with anyone. My Dad brought us out here only ten minutes ago.”
“It seems you had to come back into the woods for your high-powered conference,” Brad said sternly. “I guess you didn’t want Mr. Holloway to hear you.”