“But what about that man we saw at the spring?” Dan half-protested. “If he should be hanging around—”
“Leave that to Jabowski,” Mr. Manheim dismissed the subject. “Don’t give the matter another thought.”
The island owner bowed the Cubs out. When the door had closed firmly behind them, they eyed each other a trifle askance.
“Well, that was fast work if you ask me,” Brad said, sucking in his breath. “Mr. Manheim takes care of everything!”
“In typical Manheim style,” added the Cub leader unhappily. “Unfortunately, I’ve learned from past experience that his plans don’t always pan out right.”
“Then you’re afraid the barbecue won’t come off tonight?” Chips asked as the four started down the hallway.
“Oh, it will be held after a fashion,” Mr. Hatfield replied. “But Mr. Manheim is apt to leave too many details unplanned. Another thing—”
“That man at the spring?” Dan supplied as the Cub leader hesitated.
“Yes, I’m not entirely satisfied that Jabowski will attend to him. For that matter, where is Jabowski?”
“No one has seen him since we landed on the island,” Brad replied.