“Anyway, our day hasn’t been wasted after all,” Dan declared.
Time wore on uneventfully. Finally at six o’clock, the two Cubs spied Fred and Mack coming up the pavement at a leisurely pace.
Slipping from their hiding place, they greeted them with intense relief.
“Anything doing here?” Fred inquired.
Dan related how they had seen Saul Dobbs at the gate.
“Nothing so strange in that,” Mack commented. “After all, this road runs through Mr. Silverton’s property.”
“The only queer part was that he wrote a note to someone and then tore it up,” Dan pointed out. “It was almost as if he thought it over and decided it was risky business—that someone might find it.”
“He nearly found us,” Chips cut in. “Better be careful in leaving footprints on this road.”
“How long will you stay here?” Dan asked the two newcomers as he and Chips prepared to leave.
“Mr. Hatfield said we could take over until eight o’clock,” Mack answered. “Then he and Midge’s father will watch for awhile.”