“Say, don’t you wish the Pack would pull off a basketball tournament,” remarked Red. “Wonder if Den 1 has a team?”
“We couldn’t get ’em interested,” Dan regretfully reported. “They’re going out for swimming this fall.”
“What’s the use having a Cub team unless we can round up competition?”
“We’ll find some,” Dan promised. “First, though, we ought to get our own team better organized. We can stand a lot of practice.”
“You can say that again,” Chips agreed, gazing at the jagged hole in the window.
The unfortunate accident had somewhat dampened the high spirits of the Cubs. Abruptly, Red announced that it was time for him to go home. His departure also was a signal for the others to leave.
Dan walked with Chub, telling him again not to worry about the smashed glass.
“It shouldn’t cost much to repair the damage,” he declared. “I’ll see Old Terry about it right away. No use waiting.”
“I’ll go with you,” Chub offered. “I can’t let you take all the blame.”
The Treuhaft cottage had a deserted appearance as the boys approached. Old Terry had abandoned his fence building and all his tools had been put away. Though Dan pounded repeatedly on the door, there was no answer.