Checking Up on Ross
Ross’ exasperating reply left Dan and Brad as much in doubt as ever.
Was the Den 1 boy merely putting them aside, or did he intend to do the
work assigned to him?
“Let’s report him to Mr. Hatfield,” Dan proposed. “He’s stalling.”
Brad was unwilling to trouble the Cub leader about the matter unless he
found it impossible to reason with Ross.
“I think he intends to clean up the brush,” he said. “He only wants to
keep us uneasy about it and guessing.”
“Why don’t we do the job ourselves?”
“Because that’s exactly what Ross is hoping we’ll do.”
“I suppose so, Brad. But we gave our word to Mr. Kain the work would be
done. I’d rather let Ross have the laugh on us than break a promise.”
“So would I, Dan. But I have a hunch Ross is only playing possum on us.
Tell you what! Let’s let the matter go until tomorrow. If he hasn’t done
the job by then, we’ll do it ourselves and report him to Mr. Hatfield.”
“Suits me, only I’m in favor of reporting him right now.”
“We could,” the Den Chief agreed reluctantly. “It seems a little like
tattling though. Also, if Mr. Hatfield finds out how Ross has acted, he
might ask him to resign from the Cubs. That would be tough on him. Ross
wants to stay in the organization, even if he does do a lot of crabbing.”
“Okay, give him another chance,” Dan consented. “He isn’t a bad sort
except for being lazy and conceited.”
The boys agreed to meet the next afternoon at 2 P.M. at Brad’s home. If
unable to catch a ride they would hike to the Castle grounds.
“It shouldn’t take the two of us more than three hours to clean up the
section, if Ross fails to do it,” Dan declared. “Suppose we’ll run into
the Ghost of the Castle?”
“Say, that reminds me! I want to compare those arrows that were shot into
the target today with the one we picked up at the gardener’s place.”
“I already have, Brad.”
“Do they match?”
“Perfectly.”
“The same person who shot at the target today must have hidden out in the
woods at that other estate.”
“The place isn’t far from here,” Brad remarked, gazing thoughtfully
toward the woods. “I wish we could find out who is spying on us.”
“We know a couple of things about him,” Dan said with a laugh. “He’s a
dandy shot with the longbow, and besides, he’s something of a show-off!”
Presently the two boys rejoined the other Cubs. Ross, they learned, had
complained that he was tired, and had caught a ride into Webster City.
“Tired, my right eye!” Dan snorted. “He was afraid we would nail him on
that job, and wasn’t taking any chances.”
Since the day of their encounter with the unfriendly gardener, Brad had
sought without success to learn who owned the estate. Reminded of his
lack of information, the boy made inquiry of Mr. Holloway.
“I did hear who is living there,” the Den Dad said, trying to recollect.
“The place is rented, I believe, to a retired army colonel. Someone told
me he is seriously ill.”
“You don’t recall his name?”
“Can’t think of it now, Brad. It may come to me later.”
“I wonder if the owner has any children?”
“Not that I heard of, Brad. But then, I never had any particular
interest. Anything on your mind, Brad?”
“No, I was merely curious about our neighbors. I’ve been wondering too,
who that mysterious archer may be.”
“Whoever he is, he’s an expert with the bow,” Mr. Holloway declared. “I
wish we could catch him though. Accurate as he is, he shouldn’t be
shooting whenever the urge strikes him. He might hit someone.”
Presently the Cubs brought their day’s rehearsal to a close. Mr. Holloway
told the boys he would develop the films and have them ready for a
showing by the following night.
“We’re getting along well,” he praised the Cubs. “I hear though, that
some of the organizations competing for the prize are spending
considerable on scenery and costumes. So we’ll have to work hard if we
hope to win.”
The next morning Dan and Brad spent several hours working with Mr.
Hatfield to improve the script for their play. That job completed, they
went to their separate homes for lunch and then met again at Brad’s home.
By this hour the weather had turned very sultry, but with no indication
of rain.
“It’s going to be a hot, dusty walk out to the Castle,” Brad remarked as
he and Dan set off down the highway. “I thought maybe Dad would drive us
out, but he had some other work to do.”
“The worst will be if we get out there and discover Ross hasn’t cleaned
up the brush,” Dan added.
Fearing the worst, both boys had equipped themselves with large rakes and
cutting tools. The articles were cumbersome to carry. Before they had
covered three-quarters of the distance, both Brad and Dan were covered
with perspiration.
“This day is a scorcher,” Dan declared, mopping his forehead. “The paper
this morning warned householders to go easy on using water. The shortage
is acute.”
Brad had spied a roadside stand a short distance ahead.
“I’ll treat you to a bottle of pop,” he invited. “That will revive us so
we can get to the Castle without wilting.”
“I can sure use a little moisture,” Dan accepted readily. “Lead me to
it.”
A woman in blue gingham operated the stand, selling vegetables and a few
soft drinks.
The boys bought and paid for their pop, sipping the cool liquid slowly. A
friendly individual, the woman asked them about the Cub Scout
organization, its aims and purpose.
Brad politely explained that Den 1 and Den 2 were included in a larger
classification known as the Pack. Cub advancement, he pointed out, was
based upon the completion of a set of achievements.
“When a boy finishes Wolf requirements, he is awarded the Wolf Cub rank
and badge,” Dan carried on the explanation. “As soon as a Wolf Cub is ten
years old, he works to complete the Bear Cub achievements. Upon reaching
his eleventh birthday and after being a Bear, he may become a Lion Cub.”
“You’re a Lion?” inquired the operator of the stand.
“A Bear,” Dan corrected. “Brad, though, is a Boy Scout as well as Den
Chief. He keeps the younger boys in line for Mr. Hatfield.”
“I try, you mean,” laughed Brad. “As far as one Cub is concerned, I’ve
not been very successful.”
“Meaning Ross,” grinned Dan. “Well, keep trying. You may soften him up in
the end.”
“If he hasn’t done his work out at the Castle, I’m going to adopt drastic
methods,” Brad threatened. “Finished your drink, Dan? Let’s move along
before it gets any hotter.”
The cool drinks scarcely quenched the thirst of the two boys. Before they
had walked another quarter of a mile, they were as miserable as before.
“No drinking water at the Castle either,” Dan remarked. “We should have
brought our canteens.”
The boys passed a farmhouse and rounded a hill. From the summit, they
were afforded a clear view of the wooded castle area.
The stone building with its many odd-shaped towers and turrets appeared
as a dark blot against the sky. Behind it, the horizon seemed misty.
“Say, is that haze or smoke?” Brad demanded, halting on the brow of the
hill.
“It’s smoke!” exclaimed Dan. “And it seems to be coming from the woods
directly behind the Castle! Maybe Ross is out there burning up the
trash.”
“If he is, the fire has gone out of control!” Brad cried in alarm. “Come
on, Dan! We’ve got to get there quick!”