Mr. Kain presently returned. Immediately it was evident to the Cubs that his anger remained with him.
“What’s he picked up?” Dan muttered, noticing a charred object in the man’s hand.
“Looks like a stick,” Brad replied.
The object proved to be a half-burned shaft and arrow.
“This may or may not have significance,” Mr. Kain said coldly, addressing the group. “I picked it up in the burned area.”
“It looks like too large an arrow to be one of ours,” said Dan defensively.
“You’ve been using bows and arrows here however?”
“Sure,” admitted Brad. “We haven’t been starting fires with ’em though.”
“Nevertheless, the arrow convinces me that the Cubs have been roving through the woods at will, undoubtedly lighting matches and—”
“Cubs are taught to be careful about fire,” Brad broke in. “Besides, we’ve told you—the Cubs weren’t here today. Dan and I were the first to arrive.”