“I guess we’re just plain dumb,” Dan apologized. “We forgot about it.”
“Well, that’s not surprising, considering how upset you were about Mr. Silverton’s accusations,” the Cub leader said, reaching for his telephone.
“You’re calling Mr. Silverton now?” asked Brad.
“No, first I want to talk to Chips and Red again. I’ll ask them to come down here for a few minutes if they can.”
In response to the call from the Cub leader, the other two boys made a speedy trip downtown again. Mr. Hatfield, in the presence of the four, then asked Dan to repeat the accusations made against the Cubs by the pheasant farm owner.
“First, is this your badge?” he asked Red, showing him the one Brad had brought to the office.
“It sure is!” Red cried. “Where’d you find it?”
“Mr. Silverton picked it up on his farm near a couple of dead pheasants,” the Cub leader answered. “Red, serious accusations have been made against all the Cubs. I called you here to ask you a couple of questions.”
“Shoot!” invited Red, shifting his weight uneasily.
“You and Chips showed that Indian feather headdress around at the village and elsewhere?”