“Are you going to Dutton?”
“Yes.”
“Well, you know the pub. called ‘The Green Man’——”
“Yes, I know it well.”
(Ah, thought Danny, I’ve caught you, old sport! There’s not a pub. called “The Green Man” at Dutton!)
“Well,” he went on aloud, “just a bit further on, past the pub., there’s a little thatched house. That’s where my mother lives. She’ll give you some skins, ’cos we had rabbit-pie last night for supper. You will go to her, won’t you?”
“Yes, I’ll go there right enough,” said the man.
(We’ll see! thought Danny.)
But the man was walking fast. He had very nearly reached the part of the road where Danny’s patrol ended. It seemed to the Cub that the most important thing in all the world just now was to follow up this man. But he knew that he must not fail in his duty. Senior Patrol-Leader Church had posted him on that road and said:
“Don’t leave your post without orders.” So he must stick to it.