“Where did those men go after they left here?” Brad questioned. “Did you see ’em?”
“Sure,” Chips answered, staring at the crate of pheasants which Red and Dan carried between them. “They were plenty mad about something too!”
“But which way did they go?”
“Back toward the log jam and the road.”
“I sure hope Mack and Fred kept out of sight,” Brad said anxiously.
As the four started for the creek, he explained to Chips what they had seen and heard near the lean-to.
“Did you recognize either of those two men?” he asked Chips.
“Hardly could see their faces, Brad. They were hopping mad because you hid the crate of pheasants.”
At the creek, Mack and Fred who had taken refuge among the oak trees, came out of hiding as the other Cubs emerged from the trail.
Excitedly they reported that the two men had crossed the log bridge only a few minutes before, wading through the deepening water to the parked station wagon on the old road.