“A car must have been through here two or three times at least,” he commented. “Where does this road lead, I wonder?”
Dan offered him the marked map. According to it, they saw that the old logging road crossed the pheasant farm and woodland, playing out in the forest about two miles from the main highway.
“We won’t attempt to walk the two miles,” Mr. Hatfield said. “However, I do want to check back as far as the log jam in the creek.”
Still puzzled as to why the Cub leader was so interested in the old road, Brad and Dan kept pace with him as he rapidly followed the tire tracks.
Seeing no sign of a car, they came presently to the point of the twisting stream which was choked with logs and debris.
Mr. Hatfield immediately noticed that the water level had dropped slightly since their earlier visit.
“For the time being, there’s no danger of flood,” he said in relief. “But if it should continue to rain—”
“Is that why we walked back here?” Dan asked, unable to hide his disappointment. “Just to check the water level?”
Mr. Hatfield smiled and shook his head. He had found another clue.
“Notice anything else?” he asked.