“If you don’t want to play the game, you can trot back to camp. And that goes for all of you!”
“Oh, don’t get tough,” Chips retorted. “We’re willing to spy out the enemy camp, but it would be more to the point if you’d do a little explaining.”
“All in good time, all in good time,” Brad rejoined, restored to good humor.
Following the trail Dan had marked, the Cubs slowly circled the hotel building.
“I don’t believe Jabowski lives there,” Midge declared. “The place is deserted.”
“No, it isn’t,” corrected Red. “I see smoke coming from the chimney at the rear.”
Brad praised the boy for his observation and urged the others to be on the lookout for other signs.
A little farther on, the Den Chief paused to study the grimy windows of the ancient building.
“Jabowski doesn’t hurt himself keeping the place clean or tidy,” he remarked. “Look at those windows! And the weeds in the yard!”
“And the shutters,” contributed Fred. “They’re banging around at every angle.”