“I’ll tell you at the beach.”
Wondering why the Cub leader was acting so mysteriously, the pair quickly put aside their plates, and joined him at the dock. To their further surprise, Mr. Hatfield began to untie the dinghy.
“What’s doing?” Brad asked again.
“That’s exactly what I propose to find out,” Mr. Hatfield replied. “A few minutes ago, I heard a car turn down into the old logging road.”
“Near Silverton’s place?” Dan interposed.
“Yes, at least I think the car was on the logging road. And I’m quite certain I saw a flashing light on Mr. Silverton’s property.”
“Then I was right the other night about that flashing light!” Dan cried. “Are you going to investigate?”
“Figured I might row up the river and look around. Want to ride along?”
“We sure do,” Brad declared, stepping into the boat.
“I’ve already told your parents not to expect you home for an hour,” the Cub leader said as he shoved off. “I have my car here and will drop you off at your homes after we get back.”