“The request seemed like a reasonable one.”
Dan spoke up. “I think we should agree to let them use the gym. That is, if Mr. Hatfield says it is all right. The church gym wasn’t built for our special use.”
“Pat doesn’t go to this church,” Red growled. “He doesn’t attend any church. Do him good if he did!”
“Cubs are supposed to be FAIR,” Dan reminded him. “We agreed to a series of three games. Now do we want it to be an honest test of athletic skill, or do we want to win at any cost?”
“Oh, let ’em use the gym,” Red gave in, knowing all the other Cubs favored Brad’s viewpoint. “Someone ought to keep watch though, while they’re here. They might decide to wreck the place, the way they did the old church.”
“That hasn’t been proven,” Brad said. “Anyway, you may be sure adults will supervise the practice closely.”
Chub, who had been seated nearest the door, suddenly jumped up.
“What’s wrong?” Midge asked him. “You’re as nervous as a cat.”
“I—I thought I heard someone in the hall.”
“Maybe it’s Mr. Hatfield coming,” Brad said, glancing at the wall clock. “He’s a tiny bit late again. Probably another meeting with Mr. Maxwell’s lawyer.”