However, neither Mr. Hatfield nor Midge’s father was there, having crossed the river a few minutes earlier.
Dan nervously paced the camp, wondering what he should do. Far across the island, he could hear an occasional shout from the Cubs as they noisily followed the trail he had marked.
After awhile, the boy became aware of the approach of a high-powered speedboat. Turning to look, he was astonished to see that a Webster City police patrol boat was beaching on the island.
As he went down to the water’s edge, a sergeant and plainclothesman stepped out of the boat.
“Is this the Cub camp?” the sergeant inquired.
“Yes, sir, it is,” Dan replied. He wondered what had brought police to the island at such an early hour, or for that matter, at any hour.
“We’re looking for a Mr. Hatfield.”
“He isn’t here just now. But I expect him back in a half hour or so.”
“Mr. Holloway?”
“They’re together.”