“We’ll make it do.”
As he pocketed the cash, Pat’s gaze again swept the group of Cubs. Though no one spoke, their silence made him fully aware of their contempt. He hesitated and for just an instant, Dan thought he intended to return the money. Then, with a shrug, Pat was gone.
Once his footsteps had died away, the Cubs gave vent to their anger. Mr. Hatfield allowed them to have their say without comment. He did not try to explain his action in giving the money to Pat. His only remark was: “I’m trying a little experiment, boys. Let’s wait and see.”
While the talk was at his height, Fred came rushing into the gymnasium.
“Hey, come quick!” he urged.
“What’s wrong?” Brad demanded. “Anyone hurt?”
“Come on and I’ll show you,” Fred answered, motioning for the boys to follow him upstairs to the clubroom. “I’m so mad I could chew nails!”
The Cubs, followed by Mr. Hatfield and Mr. Holloway, hastened up the stairway. Fred dramatically flung open the clubroom door.
“Just look!” he exclaimed. “This must have been done only a few minutes ago.”
The cardboard fort which had been built with such painstaking care, lay demolished on the floor.