“I could make a good suit too if I had some of those discs,” Midge Holloway remarked. “Where’d you buy ’em, Brad?”
“I didn’t. Saw a bunch of ’em lying on the ground near a new house that’s being built. I asked the contractor if I could have ’em and he said I could.”
“Say, are there any more of those discs?” Dan demanded eagerly.
“I guess so. I didn’t take them all.”
“I want some,” piped up Babe.
“So do I,” Chips chimed in. “Lead us to ’em, Brad.”
“It’s a long hike from here,” the older boy replied dubiously. “Fact is, to get there we’d have to hike a couple of miles, going and coming. It’s right at the edge of the marsh.”
This information temporarily dampened the enthusiasm of the Cubs. Then Dan spoke up.
“Well, why don’t we go? It’s a good day for a hike. If we had more of those roof discs, we could turn out armor that would look like the real thing.”
“And we might win first prize!” Fred said, his interest kindling. “What do you think about it, Dad?”