“What do you think about Chub?” he whispered.
“Nothing, why?”
“Did you notice how the court director knew him?”
“Sure, but what of it?”
“Well—” Red was rather ashamed of his own suspicions. “I just wonder if maybe he hasn’t been in some trouble—”
“I wouldn’t do too much speculating,” Dan said to end the talk. “Don’t you like Chub?”
“Sure, but—”
“No buts then, Red. Mr. Hatfield told us Chub was okay, and that’s enough for me.”
“Same here,” Red shrugged. “I was just thinking, that’s all.”
During the next few days the Cubs devoted many hours to basketball practice. When not otherwise occupied they worked on the cardboard fort in the meeting room and perfected plans for the coming Friday night party.