“That tramp may sleep another hour or perhaps only five minutes,” Mr. Hatfield said uneasily. “Tell you what! I’ll take Red and head for the nearest telephone. The rest of you stay here in the woods. Watch the shack but keep out of sight. I’ll be back as soon as I can call police or a state trooper.”
“We won’t let him get away,” Dan promised.
“Brad’s in charge,” Mr. Hatfield said as he and Red started off through the woods. “Obey his orders.”
After the Cub leader had gone, Brad told the boys to spread out a little and to flatten themselves on the ground.
“Hey, I want to take a peek into that window!” Chips announced.
“Nothing doing!”
“You and Dan got a chance to look. I guess if you did, the rest of us can too!”
“Sure, let’s take turns,” proposed Midge.
Brad gave him a withering look. “Am I going to have trouble with you guys?” he demanded.
“Mr. Hatfield didn’t say we couldn’t,” Chips argued.