“Then I suggest Jack Miles, the blacksmith’s boy. He’s a regular sport. I don’t believe he’s afraid of anything in the world. He ought to make a good Cub with a bit of training.”
“Yes,” said David. “He and Bill had the worst fight I ever saw, once. He made Bill’s nose bleed; it went on for half-an-hour. Bill broke one of his front teeth. He gave Bill a jolly good whacking, too!”
“Good!” said Danny, “that’ll probably mean they will be better friends now.”
Nipper was beginning to look anxious. “They’re all so big,” he said. “It’s bad enough having Bill and David, but with all that lot, what’ll happen to me?”
“I’ve thought of you, kid,” said Danny. “There’s a nice little chap would make a pair for you—Bobby Brown, Dr. Brown’s son. He’s only just eight, and a bit quiet, but you chaps will soon put some life into him.”
“Hooray, hooray!” said Nipper; “he’ll be my ally, and we won’t half show you fellows something.”
“Don’t forget the Cub spirit,” said Danny; “there’s going to be no more bullying now. Besides, the younger ones mustn’t show cheek to the Sixer and Second. Who will second my motion?”
David seconded the proposals, and the rest of the Council was unanimous.
“Carried,” said Danny. “Now let’s go and ask the boys if they’ll join the Six.”