Dan Carter, Cub Scout, and the River Camp

After laying the trail for the other Cubs to follow, Dan had spent some minutes watching the old hotel at the far end of the island. He too had observed Jacques standing at the...

The gallery was jammed with spectators, for parents and friends of both teams had turned out in large numbers to witness this decisive contest of the season. A large silver cup,...

They found the boy up and dressed, eating a late breakfast with Mr. and Mrs. Hatfield and Fred. Apparently none the worse for his river adventure of the previous night, the lad...

“He must have crawled from the water only a few minutes ago,” Mr. Hatfield said. The Cub leader had noticed long marks in the sand, indicating that the boy had dragged himself b...

“We don’t know where he went or why,” Fred explained to the Cubs as they reread the farewell message. “Dad and I carried a basket of trash down to the beach, leaving Jacques her...

“You sure did,” Dan muttered, scrambling to his feet. “If I hadn’t ducked, that stone would have clipped me on the back of the head. Come on, let’s nail him!”

At the tiller of the sailboat, Midge’s father, Burton Holloway, snapped on his flashlight to see the dial of his wrist watch. An official “Den Dad” of Webster City Den No. 2, he...

“Mr. Holloway warned us a storm might blow up,” Dan added, kicking disgustedly at the wet sand. “We’d have been more alert if we hadn’t been so interested in that raft and motor...

Dan was at the Cave before seven o’clock the next morning. Early as was the hour, Mr. Hatfield had arrived ahead of him and already had moved out most of the camping equipment w...

Mr. Hatfield informed the boys they were to meet at the Webster City Yacht Club promptly at eight o’clock the next morning. Transportation would be provided to the island in a l...

Actually, he smarted from a lecture delivered by his employer. For three hours that afternoon the island owner had tried to find Jabowski. Finally tracing him to a waterfront ta...

Stung by Ross’ jibe, Dan spent much of his time the next few days at the “Y” pool. To build endurance and smooth out his stroke, he also swam in the river. Always on these occas...

Taking the boys partially into his confidence, the Cub leader explained that he wished to obtain as much information as possible about Jabowski or any other occupants of the isl...

But the boy was helpless, bound hand and foot. He rolled over on his back, trying to float. The gag in his mouth had become water soaked. He began to choke.

Three days elapsed during which Brad, Dan and the other Cubs spent much time at the “Y” and at the river practicing for the final swimming meet of the year with Den 1.