“Me for one!” urged Chips instantly. “I can give Mr. Silverton an earful about that workman of his!”
The Cub leader smiled. “That’s what I’m afraid you might do, Chips. This mission requires diplomacy and tact—you know, smooth talk and control. I’ll delegate Brad and Dan.”
“How’ll we get there?” Dan asked, pleased to have been selected.
“I’ll take you in my car,” offered Midge’s father.
The Cubs hiked back to the river and rowed to their camp. Although the rain had ceased, the river, they noted, still was slowly rising.
Mr. Holloway immediately backed his car from the garage, ready for the trip to Webster City.
“Good luck with Mr. Silverton,” Sam Hatfield said as Brad and Dan climbed in beside Mr. Holloway. “Just give him the facts.”
“And don’t be afraid to talk up!” Chips added.
As the car pulled away, Dan stole a quick glance at Brad. Always he had admired the dark-haired older boy who seemed so sure of himself, yet never was conceited. An outstanding athlete for his age, Brad would enter Webster City High School in the fall.
Dan, nearly ten, and fast growing into a bean pole, was considered old beyond his years. Popular with nearly everyone, the sandy-haired, blue-eyed sixth grader entered enthusiastically into all the Den and Pack meetings.