“We’ve got to get back there and work fast!” Mr. Silverton said, starting hurriedly away.
“Mr. Silverton, let me dynamite the jam for you,” Dobbs offered unexpectedly. “It’s dangerous work and you ain’t used to handling the stuff.”
Mr. Silverton hesitated, apparently on the verge of refusing the request.
“Please let me help,” Dobbs urged. “It’s the least I can do to make amends.”
“Very well,” the sportsman agreed. “We need your help. The dynamite is in my car. Be careful it doesn’t get wet, because it’s all I have.”
“I’ll set off the blast,” Dobbs said, starting away. “Just be sure all the boys are out of range when she goes off!”
“We’ll round the Cubs up now,” Mr. Hatfield said. “What about these pheasants here in the barn?”
“Dan and I can move them up into the loft,” Brad offered eagerly.
“If we can dynamite the dam, it may not be necessary,” Mr. Silverton said. “First, let’s see what can be done at the creek. If we fail there, we’ll have to come back and move everything out.”
Dobbs obtained the dynamite from Mr. Silverton’s car, and the party set off for the creek. Failing to see Fred, Mack, Chips and Red by the dam, Mr. Hatfield gave the familiar Pack whistle.