“Our attorney will file suit in the morning,” he announced. “We have been very patient in trying to make a settlement with the Scout organization. Now we are tired of waiting. Good evening.”
He picked up his hat and started for the door. Mr. Brennan, obviously embarrassed by such outspoken words, hesitated and then followed.
Before the pair reached the door, it opened and in poured Pat Oswald and all the Bay Shore boys.
“Hold it!” Pat called out. “Everybody listen!”
Dan thought that the Purple Five players must have come to collect their share of the game receipts.
Therefore, he was amazed when Pat pulled a cloth bag from his jeans and shoved it at Mr. Hatfield.
“Here’s the money from the first game,” he said. “We don’t want it.”
“Why, thanks, Pat,” said the Cub leader. “The Cubs can use it, I guess, as we have a lawsuit to fight.”
“That’s why we’re here,” Pat announced. The room was very still now and his voice seemed raspy. “We’ve talked it over, and we want to make a clean breast of everything. Then you can take us to jail.”
“Go ahead, Pat,” Mr. Hatfield encouraged. “What is it you want to say?”