He had found a small cardboard box.“Dan Carter—Cub Scout and the River Camp”(See Page 13)
by
Mildred A. Wirt
Illustrated
CUPPLES AND LEON COMPANY
Publishers New York
Copyright, 1949, by
CUPPLES AND LEON COMPANY
All Rights Reserved
DAN CARTER—CUB SCOUT AND THE RIVER CAMP
Printed in the United States of America
“Unless a breeze springs up soon, we’ll be latefor the Cub Scout meeting in the Cave,” Dan Cartercomplained.
Sprawled in the drifting dinghy, the sandy-hairedboy raised his eyes to the limp sail which hung indiscouraged folds from the tall mast.
“We’ve already missed the first part of it,” remarkedMidge Holloway.
A freckled youth of ten, he had draped himselfpretzel-fashion over the boat’s bow. His skinny legsdangled a bare inch above the placid surface of thewide river.
“What time is it anyhow?” he demanded.
At the tiller of the sailboat, Midge’s father, BurtonHolloway, snapped on his flashlight to see thedial of his wrist watch. An official “Den Dad” ofWebster City Den No. 2, he frequently made rivertrips with the boys and allowed them to use hissailboat whenever they liked.
On this summer day, the three, after scrubbingthe craft’s fouled bottom, had set forth for a briefsail. The wind, however, had died suddenly, leavingthem stranded far from their Yacht Club moorings.
“It’s ten after eight,” Mr. Holloway answered hisson. “We’ll have to work a