“But this we can prove,” Dan argued. “The tunnel is here.”
“That’s the unfortunate part, Dan. It always has been here. We can’t tie a thing onto Jabowski or those other fellows unless police should catch ’em red-handed.”
“Fine chance of that!”
“They may try to pull another job. What was the date on that coded message?”
“The 24th. I remember because it’s the day of our Pack swimming meet.”
“That date may have significance,” Brad speculated. “But it’s not for us to decide. Let’s get out of here now and give Mr. Hatfield all the facts. Then he can take the responsibility.”
Dan knew that the older boy’s advice was sound and should be followed. But it was with a sinking heart that he followed Brad through the damp tunnel to the river.
He was willing to bet that neither the Cub leader nor police would favor another raid on the island. His attempt to straighten out matters had failed! Time had run out.
Through his bungling, the Cubs would lose their island camp. And there wasn’t a thing he could do.