“The taller boy was Al Bramowitz, unless I’m mistaken,” he told Miss Gordon. “He’s frequently been in trouble with the police and Juvenile Court authorities.”
“Those boys never should be permitted in the park again,” declared Mrs. Myles. “Why, they are hoodlums!”
The park superintendent assured both Miss Gordon and Mrs. Myles that the boys would be ordered away.
“First, though, I have to catch them,” Mr. Karwhite said grimly. “That won’t be easy. They slip over the fence and then run off whenever they see me approaching.”
“Perhaps the Brownies can help you,” suggested Eileen.
“You certainly might,” agreed the park superintendent. “If ever you see those scamps changing trail signs or causing anyone annoyance, report to me at once.”
Mr. Karwhite picked up Mrs. Myles’ sack of nuts, offering to carry it to the roadside for her.
“Thank you,” she murmured gratefully. “I’ll go directly home. Meeting those boys has upset me dreadfully.”
Saying good-bye to the old lady, Miss Gordon and the Brownie Scouts went on to the tree house where they had left a few belongings.
“It’s downright queer who fixed that meal for us,” Connie remarked as they walked along. “Could it have been Mr. Karwhite?”