“Aw, come on,” the other said impatiently. “It’s getting late and the creek’s still rising. If we don’t get back, we might be trapped on this side of the stream.”
“Oh, all right,” his companion agreed. “But I’d have sworn I heard something.”
To the relief of the three Cubs, the pair with no further conversation, walked rapidly away.
Red, Dan and Brad waited until they were certain there was no risk of the two men returning. Then they came out of their hiding place.
“What do you make of it, Brad?” Dan asked, keeping his voice low. “Ever see those two before?”
“Never! They came here expecting to find that crate of pheasants.”
“Saul Dobbs must have left them in the lean-to,” Dan speculated. “Brad, he’s cheating Mr. Silverton—and then trying to throw the blame on the Cubs!”
“He may be in on some sort of crooked deal,” Brad said slowly. “But we’re jumping to pretty fancy conclusions. After all, we don’t have any real evidence.”
“We heard what those two men said,” Brad declared excitedly.
“Sure,” said Brad evenly, “but they didn’t mention any names.”