Dan decided not to tell Chub how much the mishap was to cost. He was quite sure the new Cub had little or no spending money, and couldn’t be expected to help out in any case. Anyway, he’d offered to pay for the damage. Since the money had been refused, the next move would be up to Mr. Treuhaft.
Monday night when Dan went to the church gymnasium for basketball practice, he still was brooding about the unfortunate accident. However, he did not disturb the other boys by relating what had happened. The Cubs tried free throws and worked out a team play which didn’t go too smoothly.
Finally, everyone went upstairs for a special meeting Mr. Hatfield had called. Though the business session had been set for four-thirty sharp, the leader had not yet arrived. This was unusual, for Mr. Hatfield made a point of punctuality.
The boys talked over interesting places they had thought up for the Den to visit. As time dragged on and still Mr. Hatfield did not come, Brad tried to keep the Cubs interested by discussing plans for the Friday night party.
“Anyone found an ice cream freezer yet?” he asked the group.
“We know there are a couple at the old church,” Midge finally said. “We should be able to get those.”
“Don’t count on it,” Dan interposed. “Old Terry Treuhaft has it in for us. He’s really steaming.”
“Terry’s down on the Cubs?” Brad questioned in surprise. “Why?”
The Cubs looked embarrassed, reluctant to explain. When Brad pressed his inquiry, Chub stammered:
“It—it was all my fault. I threw a basketball through the church window.”