“We’ll help you get it out,” Dan offered eagerly. “Need anyone to go along?”
“I can only take one Cub, because I may need to bring passengers back.”
“Take me,” urged Chips, who had just come out of the flooded cabin after having rescued the Indian feather headdress. “I’m a good rower.”
“Better than I am,” conceded Dan as he saw Mr. Hatfield hesitate.
“Why, yes, Chips, you may go along,” agreed the Cub leader. “Now let’s launch the boat.”
The Cubs carried the craft to the water’s edge. Chips climbed in with Mr. Hatfield who took possession of the oars. The Cubs then gave a mighty shove which sent the boat well on its way.
“That dope!” Red exclaimed belatedly.
“Who is?” demanded Brad who stood near the submerged dock watching the boat disappear into the darkness of the river.
“Chips! Didn’t he take our Indian headdress with him?”
“He did have it in his hand,” declared Dan. “But it should be safe enough.”