“No use trying to track him down in the dark,” Mr. Hatfield said in disgust. “Tomorrow I’ll take this up with Mr. Manheim.”
With another reminder that no mention was to be made of the matter to the other Cubs, the leader sent Dan off to bed.
However, the boy observed that neither Mr. Hatfield nor Mr. Suell turned in. Instead, the two men posted themselves near the entrance to the tents. Throughout the night, they kept a small fire burning.
Dan was awakened by the excited shouts of the other Cubs who were donning trunks for a pre-breakfast swim.
At the beach he raced Brad to the raft where they rested for a moment.
“Anything happen last night?” Dan asked, eager for a report.
“Not that I heard of. Mr. Hatfield and Mr. Suell sat up until dawn. No one came near the camp.”
“That’s good,” Dan said in relief. “If things start popping, our camping trip will be called off. I like it here.”
“So do I, Dan. I hope the Scouts buy this site, because if they do, the Cubs will get to come here often. But I know Mr. Hatfield is worried. The way matters are going, he isn’t likely to recommend the place as a permanent camp.”
“I’m thinking the same,” Dan agreed. “Oh, well, maybe Mr. Manheim will take a hand in finding out who’s hiding on the island. After all, it’s his property.”