“I know,” Brad agreed. “City Council has warned folks to go easy on using water. The pressure is low. Every vacant lot with so many dried weeds presents a hazard.”
Dan stared at the older boy, as an idea suddenly came to him.
“Say, maybe that’s the ticket!” he exclaimed.
“What is, Dan? I don’t follow you.”
“Why, maybe the Cubs could get a job from the city cutting weeds!”
“The city has its own crew.”
“Sure, but not half of the outlying areas have been mowed. I read in the paper yesterday, the city is having trouble finding workers.”
Brad thought the matter over. “We never could sell our services to the city,” he said. “But we might get individual jobs for the Cubs—especially from real estate men who have considerable vacant property.”
“There’s a lot of it near the castle,” Dan recalled. “We might be able to round up a few jobs in that area.”
The two boys discussed the matter with the other Cubs. Very few of the organization members had been successful in earning enough money. Everyone except Ross Langdon immediately favored the project. Ross declared that to cut weeds would inflame his nose and bring on an attack of hay fever.