CHAPTER 15
A Hint from Jack
Mr. Hatfield did not fail to note the rifle, which he knew had been taken from Mrs. Jones’ home. Undoubtedly it was loaded, he reasoned. If Jack were disposed to make trouble, he easily could do so.
Saying nothing to the Cubs of his misgivings, the Cub leader stepped boldly into the clearing.
Hearing the crackle of a stick, Jack whirled around.
Instinctively, he reached for the rifle. Then, recognizing Mr. Hatfield, he merely allowed his hand to rest on the butt. His attitude however, was wary.
“How are you, Jack?” the Cub leader greeted him. “A nice little camp you have here. Did you shoot the rabbit yourself?”
“Who else?” Jack retorted a trifle defiantly.
“You did a good job of cleaning it too,” the Cub leader praised him. “I can see you’re handy and know how to get along.”
Jack made no reply. Guardedly he eyed the Cubs, who gradually had circled in around the camp fire.
“No biscuits?” demanded Red, scanning every inch of the camp.