“Let’s get at it right away,” proposed Brad. “We can map our areas and have each Cub responsible for a certain section.”
“Why doesn’t the bank clean its own rubbish?” Ross growled. “I can’t help because I’ve got to go home and get into dry clothes.”
“I’ll take you,” Mr. Holloway offered again. “We’ll pick up rakes and return by lunch time.”
The proposal rather displeased Ross, who never liked to work. But knowing that the other Cubs would call him a quitter if he made an excuse for not returning to the castle grounds, he scowled and made no reply.
After Mr. Holloway and Ross had driven away, the others marked the area into sections and then set about clearing away the debris.
Loose brush was accumulated in a large bare spot near the road ready for burning. The Cubs worked with a will and by the time Ross and Mr. Holloway came back with garden tools, were fairly well along.
“Ross, your section is that area behind the castle,” Brad gave him his assignment.
“My section? Say, I’m all tired out from archery practice and chasing back and forth. What does that bank guy think we are anyhow? Work horses?”
“We gave our promise to clean up the grounds and we’re going to do it.”
“Well, I’m tired,” Ross said sullenly, flinging himself on the ground. “Besides, it’s almost lunch time.”