“He doesn’t live at the pheasant farm?”
“No, in Webster City. Has an office in the Gardner Building there. On nice weekends, he drives out to the pheasant farm to look it over, but mostly he lets Dobbs run the place.”
“I see,” said the Cub leader, pocketing his change. “Well, good morning, sir.”
Outside the general store, the Cubs gathered in a group to discuss their next move.
“You heard how it stacks up,” said Mr. Hatfield. “If we want to visit the farm, we’ll have to see Mr. Silverton. That means a trip into Webster City. Is it worth the effort?”
“I wasn’t so crazy to see the place at first,” said Dan. “But now I am, if only to prove to Saul Dobbs that he can’t order us around.”
“Same here,” agreed Midge promptly.
Red proposed that the Cubs descend upon Mr. Silverton in a delegation.
“That hardly seems wise,” replied Mr. Hatfield. “I think someone should stay in camp.”
“Why not appoint the ones who are to go?” suggested his son Fred.