“It’s the only suitable island hereabouts,” Mr. Hatfield explained. “We figure Mr. Manheim shouldn’t ask too high a figure for a small beach section. Of course, if you boys are against the project—”
“You may have my vote,” Dan said after a slight hesitation.
“And mine,” added Midge, a trifle reluctantly. “I just hope you’re right about Mr. Manheim being generous enough to sell at a low price.”
Being uncertain that their dinghy had been struck by Mr. Manheim’s motorboat, neither Midge nor Dan told the Cubs why mention of his name had disturbed them.
The business meeting presently ended with the boys gathering in a circle to repeat the Cub Promise.
“I promise TO DO MY BEST
To be SQUARE and
To OBEY the law of the Cub Pack.”
Parents began to drift into the Cave. On this particular night, a beach treasure hunt had been planned. Everything now was in readiness. Clues had been carefully hidden throughout the beach area.
Red Suell’s father handed out typewritten slips of paper containing hints in scrambled letters.