A large blue automobile rounded the corner, taking the main highway toward Webster City. Both Brad and Dan recognized the driver as Paul Silverton.
“There he is now!” Brad exclaimed. “Maybe he’s driving back to his office.”
“Let’s trail him there, and have this thing out,” Chips urged. “We ought to catch him, if we hike right back to Webster City.”
Brad however, had a better idea. Knowing that Mr. Silverton might go to his home rather than the office, he suggested that they wait fifteen minutes, and then telephone for an appointment.
“That’s the ticket!” approved Dan.
As the Cubs loitered around the village streets, they became increasingly aware of unfriendly stares directed toward them. While not everyone they met seemed hostile, now and then they were scrutinized with an intent gaze which made them uncomfortable.
“Have we got measles or something?” Red muttered.
“Someone has been doing us dirt in this town,” Brad volunteered his opinion. “And I have a hunch who it is too!”
“Saul Dobbs?” Dan demanded.
“I’m not making any accusations just yet. After we’ve talked to Mr. Silverton we may have the answer. Come on, let’s make that telephone call.”