“That’s right,” Chips admitted readily. “We all worked together to earn the trophy. And to clear the Den name too.”
As all the Cubs knew, the feathers which had been so skillfully woven into the headdress had been obtained from the Silverton Pheasant Farm not many miles distant.
Due to a misunderstanding, all the Cubs had been accused of trespassing, and Chips and Red of stealing. Only by diligent work had Dan and Brad cleared the two boys of the charge.
The story of how a group of daring pheasant thieves was brought to justice, has been told in the first volume of a series, entitled: “Dan Carter, Cub Scout.”
Quietly taking charge, Mrs. Holloway cleared the bedside by assigning the Cubs to small tasks about the Cave. From a thermos bottle she poured a steaming cup of hot chocolate which she pressed to the boy’s lips.
He drank slowly and then with a grateful smile expressed his thanks.
“You’re feeling better now, aren’t you?” the Den Mother said, straightening the blankets on the couch.
The boy nodded.
“Not very talkative, are you?” Mrs. Holloway asked with a warm smile. “But then, you’ve had a most harrowing experience. How in the world did you get in the river so late at night?”
The strange lad did not rise to this bait, but allowed the question to remain unanswered.