“That’s where you come in, Dan,” spoke up Brad. Nearly fourteen, the dark-haired youngster was a Boy Scout and the acknowledged leader of the Cubs. Even-tempered, quick of wit and fair, he had earned the respect of the younger, boys.
“How so?” Dan caught him up.
“You’re the best swimmer in the outfit. We’re depending on you to crash through and win the silver cup for Den 2.”
“I’ll do my best,” Dan promised with a pleased grin. “Guess I’ll have to get busy right away and polish off my crawl stroke.”
“What’s the second goal, Mr. Hatfield?” Midge inquired.
“Well, the Cubs have voted to help the Scouts earn enough money to buy a permanent camp on Skeleton Island.”
“Skeleton Island?” Midge repeated, glancing quickly at Dan. “Mr. Manheim’s place?”
“Yes, the camp will belong to the Scouts, but our Den will have the privilege of using it for day trips and occasional over-night jaunts.”
“We need both your votes on the project,” Brad interposed. “Since it’s to be a Scout rather than a Cub camp, we don’t aim to go into it unless every member of the Den is in favor of the idea.”
“Why buy a chunk of Skeleton Island?” Midge inquired.