Now,
though, he thought he faced a different situation. He was sure that the
Danger Mountain hike had been blocked--not for today alone, but for all
the days of the future. To bring it up again would be like trying to
re-heat a stale pie.
He had faced the situation alone. By luck--he called the use he had made
of Mr. Wall's absence a lucky stroke--he had conquered. What had happened
had been among scouts. They had settled it among themselves. He felt,
dimly, that a great lesson had been learned. Maybe it would be better to
leave things as they were.
The Scoutmaster's greeting was cheery. "Hello there, hikers! How did you
find the going?"
Ritter and the others glanced at one another sideways.
"Pretty dusty," Don said promptly.
"That's how I found it. How far did you go?"
"About a mile past Christie's Brook."
"Who was the star cook?"
"We didn't cook anything today."
"Cooking ought to be a part of every hike," the Scoutmaster said
pleasantly. He felt his tires. "I guess I've worked up an appetite for
supper. I'm going back. Want to ride in with me, Don?"
The patrol leader of the Wolves hesitated. Did Mr. Wall suspect something
and intend to question him?
"I--I guess I'll stick with the fellows," he said.
Mr.
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