“Hi, there, Dan!” called Mr. Hatfield cheerily. “Wet enough for you?”
Dan grinned with pleasure and went over to the car to talk to the Cub leader.
“I’m about ready to blow my top!” he told Mr. Hatfield. “Three days now with nothing to do!”
“It’s been tough, Dan. The other Cubs feel the same way. Itching for something to do. But rain or shine, we’ll have our regular Den meeting Friday night at the cabin?”
“Meanwhile?”
“Well, if it weren’t so wet, we might start that patrol at the old logging road.”
“You mean we can do it?” Dan cried, his face cracking into a smile.
“I talked to most of the fathers. They’re in favor of doing anything we can to prove that the Cubs had nothing to do with killing those pheasants.”
“When can we start, Mr. Hatfield?”
“That’s for the Cubs to decide. Not much use in keeping watch too early in the day. Midge’s father thought we might go on duty about four in the afternoon and stay until after dark. One of the fathers will keep the boys company on the last shift.”