The car presently approached the outskirts of Webster City. At the lefthand side of the road, Mr. Holloway noticed a boy trudging wearily along the edge of the pavement.
“Maybe I should give him a lift,” he remarked, slowing the station wagon. “He appears tired.”
Dan thought that the boy looked faintly familiar. He could not place him though.
However, as Mr. Holloway brought the station wagon to a standstill only a few yards away from the pedestrian, he caught a full view of his face.
“It’s that boy Jack!” he exclaimed.
“Not the one who escaped from Guy Wentworth?” Mr. Hatfield demanded incredulously.
“I’m sure of it.”
“It does look like him,” the Cub leader acknowledged. Quickly he added: “Boys, don’t let on that you suspect a thing or ever have seen the lad before. If we play our cards right, we may be able to take him back where he belongs.”
CHAPTER 11
“Do Your Best”
Mr. Holloway waited until the runaway boy came alongside the station wagon.