“Oh, I heard what you said. You want to borrow an old ice cream freezer from him, and he won’t let you have it.”
“Anything wrong in wanting a freezer?” Brad asked pleasantly. “Maybe you know where we can get one.”
“Maybe I do,” Pat grinned. “But I wouldn’t tell, not in a million years. I’d hate to be a Cub!”
“You’d hate to be one?” Dan demanded. Pat’s manner irritated him. He disliked the older boy’s smug smile and attitude of knowing-it-all. “Why?”
“Cubs are babies—little baby bears!”
“You don’t know anything about the organization!”
“Don’t I? Well, let me tell you a thing or two, Mr. Danny Boy Carter, everyone in Webster City has heard about the mess they’re in now!”
Dan and Brad were chagrined by this thrust. So the story had spread that church authorities had threatened to sue!
“The Cubs are sunk!” Pat chortled. “By the time the court gets through, there won’t be an organization left. It will serve you right, too, for wrecking the old church.”
“We didn’t do it, and you know it,” Dan retorted. “Say, weren’t you and your gang out that way last Saturday?”