“Cubs!” he exclaimed. “Say, haven’t I seen you kids somewhere?”
“Why, we wouldn’t know,” Brad answered. “Unless maybe it was in Webster City.”
“Cubs!” the man repeated. “Now I got it! Dobbs was telling us that they were swarming over the Silverton place and might make trouble—”
“Trouble?” Dan interposed innocently. “What sort of trouble?”
But neither Freeze nor his companion was to be trapped into further speech.
Suddenly suspicious, they started to get out of the car.
“Thanks for offering a lift,” Freeze muttered, “but we’ll telephone for a tow car.”
Mr. Hatfield had observed the headlights of two approaching vehicles.
“It won’t be necessary to telephone,” he said with quiet jubilation. “I rather think help is coming now.”
Even as the Cub leader spoke, Mr. Silverton’s car drove up, followed by a police cruiser.