“Why there were four of them on the underside of the raft.”
“Tanks? You’re sure?”
“I certainly am. They were long and flat and made of metal. Tim was wedged between them, his trousers snagged on a nail.”
“Maybe they were gasoline tanks.”
“They looked like it. But why would the raft need so many? These tanks would hold fifteen or twenty gallons each.”
“Another thing, the gas tank that feeds the motor is on the top side of the raft,” Brad said thoughtfully. “It does seem queer. You told Mr. Hatfield?”
“I aim to. He was too busy working on Tim.”
Dan finished dressing and the two boys sought the warmth of the fire. Tim, wrapped in blankets, was brought there.
The other drenched Cubs were lent clothing by the more fortunate boys of Den 2.
Presently Mr. Manheim returned from across the river. Informed by Jabowski as to what had occurred, he was profuse in his apologies for the mishap.