Dan warmed to the praise, for he knew that the den chief always meant his words.
“He reminds me a little of that fellow, Dan,” the den chief said thoughtfully.
The den chief had been swinging along through the forest at a smooth but fast pace.
“If he should lead you a chase, mark the trail,” the den chief advised.
The den chief stooped to pick up the charred arrow which Mr. Kain had dropped on the grass.
Thirteen and large for his age, the den chief wore the uniform of a Scout.
Mr. Kain led the den chief to the section of the estate which had been assigned to Ross to clear.
Dan demanded as the den chief turned to face the group of Cubs.
“He told me to report he has to do some work at home,” the den chief told Mr. Hatfield.
Decidedly worried, the den chief pocketed the note and walked slowly back toward camp.