"Then you ought to tell," said Don.
Bobbie looked at the ground. "Tim Lally is getting up a party to go to
Danger Mountain today," he said.
A shiver ran through Don's nerves. "Where's Tim now?" he asked.
"Home, getting ready."
Don turned back toward the ball field. Past the maple tree he strode. A factory whistle sounded the noon hour. He broke into a run.
Two blocks farther on he stopped short. Tim was coming toward him carrying an oil can.
"Are you going to Danger Mountain?" Don demanded.
Tim put down the can and cocked his cap over one eye. "Sure. Why?"
"You can't. Mr. Wall said it's a bad spot."
"He didn't say we couldn't go."