“I hardly think Mrs. Jones will require that,” Mr. Hatfield said, smiling. “By the way, Jack, who do you figure may be taking that wood?”
The boy gave him a quick, knowing look.
“I don’t stay up nights watching!”
“But you have a fairly good idea where it is going?”
“Maybe. Maybe not.”
“Jack, if you wanted to cooperate, you could be very helpful.”
“I mind my own business. That’s more than I can say about some folks.”
His resentment returning, Jack glared at the Cubs.
“You guys think you’re so smart and know so much about camping out and the like!” he scoffed. “Why, you’re babes in the woods! If you weren’t so dumb, you wouldn’t have to ask so many stupid questions. You’d see for yourselves what’s going on around here.”
“Why, you conceited—” Red began, but Dan checked him with a hard kick in the ankle.