Chips and Red came dragging in ten minutes later.
“Brace up, Red,” Brad encouraged him, noticing his downcast face. “I don’t think Mr. Silverton will be so tough.”
“Oh, I’m not worryin’ about the interview,” Red replied.
“Then what makes you look so down at the mouth?”
“I’m sore because I lost my Wolf badge yesterday. I guess it pulled off my jersey while we were in the woods.”
“That’s too bad,” Brad sympathized with him. “Well, maybe you’ll find it later.”
“Maybe,” Red shrugged, running a hand nervously through his short-cropped auburn hair. “Well, let’s get this interview over with!”
Brad spoke to the receptionist, who had been watching the Cubs with intent interest. However, when he asked if they might see Mr. Silverton, she explained that the stock broker was out of the city.
“He may return tomorrow, but I’m not certain,” she said regretfully.
“We’ll have to come back later then,” Brad replied, disappointed by their failure to see the sportsman.