Once outside the building, Chips proposed that the Cubs go there to see him. “Let’s get it over with!” he said impatiently. “This suspense of not knowing what’s what is getting me!”
“Here too,” chimed in Red. “If we’ve got to apologize, I’m for doing it right away.”
“I suppose we could hike out there,” Brad agreed reluctantly. “It’s a long walk though.”
“Let’s go,” urged Dan. “The Cubs will be expecting a report at our next Den meeting.”
Anxious to get the matter settled one way or another, the four boys set off for the Silverton Pheasant Farm.
In passing through the village, they waved a friendly salute to the proprietor of the general store. If the storekeeper saw them, he gave no sign. At the moment, Brad thought nothing of the incident, though later it was to return to mind.
As the Cubs tramped on to the woodland trail, Dan spoke once more of the strange lights seen the previous night near the old logging road. Red considered the incident of slight consequence.
“Saul Dobbs or some of Mr. Silverton’s men probably were working late,” he said. “Think nothing of it.”
“But it seems sort of queer, Red.”
“What’s queer about it? Dan, you’re always trying to build a mystery out of nothing.”