“Let’s move along then,” Red said impatiently. “The quicker we find Chub, the quicker we eat.”
A little farther on, the Cubs came within view of the old weatherbeaten Christian Church. The lawn, once a velvety green, now was overgrown with weeds. They were especially high in the old cemetery on the slope leading down to the river.
The church building itself was in need of paint. Roof shingles curled with age, and a tower bell had reddened with rust.
“I don’t see Chub anywhere around here,” Chips declared, looking around the grounds.
“Maybe he’s around back,” Dan said. He shouted Chub’s name several times.
Almost at once the Cubs heard pounding footsteps. Chub came running around the corner of the old church, his hair rumpled by the wind.
“Gee, I’m glad you finally came,” he cried, stammering in his eagerness. “It was sort of scarey waiting here so long.”
“Scarey?” Red demanded. “What is there to be afraid of?”
“The old graveyard does have a spooky look,” Dan said quickly before Chub could answer.
“It doesn’t scare me,” Red boasted. “I wouldn’t be afraid to come here alone at night either, I bet.”