“I am huh?” Dan shot back. “If that’s so, then why did Mr. Hatfield—”
He broke off as Brad shot him a warning glance. Belatedly, he remembered their promise to say nothing about the trip made with the Cub leader along the old logging road.
“Why did Mr. Hatfield—what?” demanded Chips.
“Oh, nothing,” Dan said, and deliberately changed the subject.
Without meeting anyone, the Cubs rapidly made their way along the narrow trail. Crossing the footbridge, they came presently within view of the barn.
Saul Dobbs, who had been repairing a wire fence in one of the pheasant pens, noted the approach of the Cubs.
With an exclamation of anger, he dropped his tools and strode toward them.
“What did I tell you about staying away from here?” he demanded, deliberately blocking the path.
“We were told Mr. Silverton is here,” Brad said. “We came to see him.”
“Well, Mr. Silverton has no time to see you. Now git out and don’t come back!”