Dan waited, but Chips made no move to depart.
“Well, Chips?”
“Oh, you know I’ll suffer it out,” the boy muttered. “Quit rubbing it in!”
After that Chips made no further complaint, though at intervals he twisted and squirmed and emitted loud groans which startled a gray squirrel in the tree overhead.
Throughout the long watch, not a person was seen nor a sound heard on the old logging road. In the bush shelter near the barrier, the two cubs passed the time by counting cars which traveled on the main highway. Even Dan became a bit careless, making less effort to keep out of sight.
Then suddenly he was startled to hear approaching footsteps. Quickly he drew back into the leaves, pulling Chips with him.
As the two Cubs waited, Saul Dobbs came into view. He walked to the barrier gate and stood there for a few minutes, one foot on the lower rail, gazing up and down the road.
“He’s looking for someone,” Dan whispered.
“Mr. Silverton maybe.”
“Silverton wouldn’t use this old logging road, Chips. Not with that fine car of his.”