One mother had an alarm go off on her phone saying it was time to take her boy to a cub scout meeting.
“Hurry on to your cub scout meeting, boys,” Mr. Holloway urged.
Upon his return a few minutes later, he paused beside the Hatfield car to talk to the cub scout leader.
“I have a nephew who is a cub scout in another city,” Mr. Hammond continued.
A friendly individual, the woman asked them about the cub scout organization, its aims and purpose.
His curious gaze moved from one cub scout to another and finally came to rest on the leather pouch which his grandfather held.