“Not after the way they poured out of that building.” Dan grinned at the recollection. “I sure wish we could have had a picture! Even Pat was scared half out of his wits!”
“Hearing that bell tap gave me quite a start myself,” Brad admitted frankly. “I wish I knew what it was that scared those kids. They must have seen something—not a ghost either!”
“Want to come back here sometime to investigate?” Dan proposed, half jokingly. “When it’s daylight, I mean?”
“Maybe I will,” the Den Chief replied. “I intend to talk this over with Mr. Hatfield. If he thinks we wouldn’t run afoul of the trustees, I may try to get in there again to see what I can learn.”
CHAPTER 15
MEASLES
Halloween was two days gone and no further investigation had been made of the old church by the river.
Brad had gone to Mr. Hatfield’s home, fully intending to tell him of seeing Pat and his pals flee in panic from the building.
He never had been able to make his report. Mr. Hatfield, it developed, had been called out of the city on an important business trip. In his absence, Den 2 was under the direction of Mr. Holloway.
The Cub leader, Brad learned, expected to be back in Webster City in time for the Friday night basketball game with the Purple Five.
“We really shouldn’t play that outfit, knowing what we do about ’em,” the Den Chief confided to Dan. “Think we should tell the other Cubs what we know?”