“Maybe we ought to investigate,” Dan proposed. “Think it’s safe to cross the dam?”
“The water isn’t more than ankle deep,” Brad decided. “We can get across if we’re careful.”
Joining hands, the Cubs cautiously waded through the shallow sheet of water which coursed over the top of the dam.
“Mack, you and Fred stay here to wait for Mr. Hatfield and Silverton,” Brad instructed. “Otherwise, they’ll wonder what became of us.”
Though disappointed to be left behind, the two Cubs made no protest. Brad, Dan, Chips and Red, then went on alone.
“Chips, I wish you’d show us again where you and Red picked up those pheasant feathers,” Brad said suddenly.
“Sure, providing the place isn’t under water,” the other agreed. “I guess it won’t be, because we’re moving into higher ground.”
The four Cubs continued for a short distance, and then Red and Chips fell into an argument as to the exact place where they had found the feathers.
“It was right here,” Red insisted, indicating a small clearing.
“No, it wasn’t,” denied Chips. “It was farther on.”