“Pests!” he exclaimed. “Unless you cease annoying me, I’ll turn you over to a policeman. I’ve had quite enough of Cub Scouts!”
By this time the elevator had stopped at the third floor. Glaring angrily at Brad and Dan, Mr. Silverton entered the cage.
But not alone.
Stung by the sportman’s bitter words, the two boys crowded in with him. The cage door closed.
“Mr. Silverton,” Dan said, gazing directly at the sportsman. “We’re sorry to force ourselves upon you. But I’m afraid you’ll have to listen to us now.”
“Oh, I will, eh?” Mr. Silverton demanded. “We’ll see about that!” He rapped his cane sharply on the floor of the cage door. “Attendant, let me out of here!”
However, he spoke too late, for already the elevator was moving slowly downward.
CHAPTER 10
The Cubs Lend A Hand
“Mr. Silverton,” Dan began, speaking rapidly because he knew he had only a moment in which to present his case. “It’s about your pheasants—”
“Attendant, stop the elevator at the second floor,” the sportsman directed the operator of the cage. “I’ll walk!”