“Nothing to indicate who the boy is or where he came from?”
“Not a thing, sir. The only clue is this scrap of paper. What do you make of it, Mr. Hatfield?”
“Frankly, I’m puzzled, Brad. This reference to Skeleton Island seems very odd.”
“Do you suppose those numerals could be a code of some sort?” Dan asked eagerly.
“Well, that’s hard to say. But by all means hang on to this paper, Dan.”
“We sure will,” Dan promised, replacing it in his pocket. “If it should be a code maybe we can work it out. The only trouble is, I wouldn’t know where to start.”
Footsteps now were heard padding softly on the steps leading to the platform.
Gazing down, the Cubs saw that it was Mrs. Holloway, who had arrived. The official Den Mother climbed slowly, carrying a heavy hamper of food.
Dan and Brad darted down the stairs to help with the basket.
“Dear me, these steps seem steeper every time I climb them,” she laughed, pausing on the platform to recapture her breath.