“Why, no,” Dan said, puzzled. Then he corrected himself. “Yes, I do! The automobile tire tracks end here!”
“And one can see where the car turned around,” Brad added, pointing to a bush that had been torn and bent.
“That’s what I came to find out,” said Mr. Hatfield.
“But why do you want to know whether or not the car turned around here?” Dan asked.
“Oh, I figure the information may sometime be useful,” the Cub leader replied vaguely. “Just a hunch.”
His curiosity satisfied, Mr. Hatfield seemed to lose all interest in the old road.
However, as the trio rapidly retraced their way to the river and their waiting boat, he dropped a word of advice to his two companions.
“Let’s keep this little excursion to ourselves,” he suggested. “No use stirring up the Cubs about something that may not amount to anything.”
“You can depend on us to keep mum,” Brad promised. “But the truth is, you have us guessing too, Mr. Hatfield. What’s it all about?”
“Nothing I can definitely put a finger on yet,” Mr. Hatfield replied off-hand. “Shall we say it’s just a feeling I have?”