“Yes,” laughed Danny. Then the Cubs fell on him, and smacked him on the back, and nearly tore him to pieces.
“Tell us your adventures,” said David. And so Danny began to tell them of his Cub days and the German spies.
And Miss Prince, looking at the happy group, said, in her heart, “Thank God!”
CHAPTER VII
A WOLF CUB COUNCIL
A Council was in progress; and once again it was in the old pigsty. But this time it was not a Council of War; frightfulness and rebellion were not the questions under discussion. No, it was a Wolf Cub Council, and Danny was seated upon the Council Rock—a huge boulder the boys had managed to drag into the pigsty with the help of one of the under-gardeners.
“I have a proposal to bring forward,” said Danny. “The Council (you’re the Council) can vote upon it when I have explained it. If you want to be Cubs we must form a Six. That means getting three more boys. I have kept my eyes open the last few days, and I have three names to propose.”
This was a splendid Council—it was so serious and important. The boys wriggled with excitement.
“Who do you propose?” said David.
“I propose, first, Hugh Burnett, the gamekeeper’s son. He’s a jolly good chap, and knows the woods and the surrounding country very thoroughly. All the people round think a lot of him. I should say he’s a born Cub.”
“Yes,” said Bill. “I think Hugh is all right. His father used to be our chief enemy, and chase us out of the woods. Once he gave David a thrashing for taking a nest of pheasants’ eggs. But he seems nicer now.”