“Please give the Court your report about this stranger,” he said solemnly.
Danny forgot his shyness. It seemed to him that he was a chief witness, giving evidence at a court of law. Very clearly he told his story.
The Court deliberated for a few minutes.
“It’s a good yarn, anyway!” said the Chairman, “though I can’t see the chap’s idea in throwing his bike in the pond. Look here, youngster, we’ll take the matter in hand. Kangaroo Patrol shall go with you to-morrow and drag the pond. If they find the bike we will take further steps.”
This was duly recorded in the minutes by the Secretary.
Danny was delighted.
“Thank you very much indeed!” he said, and, saluting, withdrew.
“Smart little chap!” said the Leaders, as they turned once more to the business on hand.
CHAPTER III
THE MILL POND
It was Saturday. At 2.30 the Kangaroos were coming to drag the pond. Danny had got up at 6.30 and was at the scene of yesterday’s adventures by 7.30. The tracks were still clear, but there were no new ones.