“No, I guess not,” answered Charlie. “Seen anything of Danny Rugg?”
“Yes, I saw him the other day,” Bert answered. “But I don’t like him any more.”
“Nor I,” agreed Charlie. “Danny is getting bad again—like he used to be.”
The two boys parted outside the store, Charlie going one way with his basket of food, and Bert the other. And it was when Bert came in front of the church—the same church where the window had been broken—that Bert once more saw Danny Rugg.
This time the young bully did not see Bert, for Danny was intent on slipping in the side door of the church, which was open. Danny also had a basket of food.
“Say, this is queer!” murmured Bert to himself. “What’s he going into the church again for? I’m going to find out. Maybe he’s going to try to mend that broken window,” and Bert looked up at the stained glass. It had not yet been repaired, a plain piece of white glass having been put over the hole.
Waiting a moment, until Danny was inside the church, Bert softly followed. He set his basket of groceries down in the vestibule, stood still and listened.
He heard Danny tramping up to the balcony.
“Now I’ll catch him at whatever he’s up to,” whispered Bert to himself. “And I’m not going to fall down any trapdoors, either!”