The Cubs let out a whoop which could be heard half way across the river. Everyone clapped Red and Chips on the shoulder, congratulating them on their victory.
“We’re sure proud of you,” Brad declared. “And of the trophy!”
“Maybe you and Dan will win something yourselves,” Chips hinted broadly.
“But we had no entries. Only a couple of Indian bows which weren’t any good. They didn’t take any prize.”
“Wait and see,” Chips chuckled.
The Pack meeting resumed, with Mr. Hatfield telling the boys of his pride in their accomplishments.
“Honor is a Cub’s most precious possession,” he ended his little talk. “And that brings me to an important moment. The Cubs sincerely feel that had it not been for the untiring efforts of two of our members, the honor of the organization might have been tarnished.”
As if drawn by a magnet, all eyes now focused upon Brad and Dan. The two boys shifted uneasily, already beginning to feel uncomfortable. Their faces were flushed with embarrassment.
“Let’s give ’em the Grand Howl!” proposed Mr. Hatfield.
Now as Brad and Dan knew well, the Grand Howl was reserved only for distinguished guests or individuals the Pack wished to honor.