A call to breakfast sent the two boys racing full-blast for shore. By the time they had scrambled into their uniforms, an appetizing meal of orange juice, bacon and eggs awaited them.
The Cubs ate their fill and then listened as Mr. Hatfield outlined plans for the morning.
“I’ll take Dan, Brad and Chips with me to Webster City to pick up a few supplies,” the Cub leader said. “Also to attend to an important errand. Mr. Suell has planned a hike for those who remain behind.”
“I’d rather go to Webster City,” said Mack, who suspected that he was being excluded from an important mission.
“Me too,” chimed in Midge. “Can’t we all go?”
“Not this time,” Mr. Hatfield turned them down. “We’ll make a full report when we get back.”
At nine o’clock, the three Cubs and their leader were picked up by launch, according to an arrangement made with a member of the yacht club. Once on shore, they purchased a few small items. Thereafter, they presented themselves at Mr. Manheim’s office and were elated to learn that the island owner was in.
“He’ll see you at once,” a secretary told them. “First door to your left.”
The room which Mr. Hatfield and the Cubs entered through a frosted door was padded with rich, soft carpet.
A heavy-set man with steel-blue eyes sat in a swivel chair behind a desk at the window. Recognizing the Cub leader, he smiled in welcome.