“No pranks for us,” Brad replied. “We’re going home and to bed.”
Enroute to Chub’s home, the boys met two groups of masked children returning from parties. Lights blazed on residential porches, and a few small children were ringing doorbells, demanding: “Trick or Treat?”
“Kid stuff,” Dan remarked. “I’m glad we’re too old for that silliness.”
Chub was left safely at his doorstep. Brad and Dan then turned off toward their own neighborhood. As they approached the old Christian Church, unconsciously they began to walk faster.
Suddenly, they were startled to hear a rush of footsteps in the direction of the old deserted building.
“What’s that?” Brad demanded, halting to listen.
“Sounds like a gang of kids, running,” Dan instantly decided. “Toward the church too! Golly, I hope—”
“The Cubs would be sunk if any more damage is done there,” Brad finished for him.
“Let’s find out what’s happening.”
“Okay, Dan. We’ll have to move fast though.”