“We had nothing to do with this,” Dan said, trying to draw the attention of the trustees. “Absolutely nothing.”
“These were the boys,” Old Terry identified them for his employers. “They came out to my place to demand the key so they could get an ice cream freezer. When I denied it to ’em, they came here just the same and broke in.”
“We came here to eat our lunch on the grounds,” Dan replied, “but we didn’t break in.”
“You admit you broke a window?”
“One window. We didn’t do all this damage.”
“You were seen breaking in,” Old Terry insisted. “Some folks in the neighborhood saw your gang climbing through the windows and called the police. But you managed to get away before the wagon came.”
“You must have dreamed all that!” Chip gasped.
“What time was this supposed to have happened?” Dan demanded.
“You know well enough. Just about dusk.”
“We were home long before that,” Chips retorted. “So your story doesn’t hang together.”