The Cubs waited a moment, listening. Mr. Hatfield did not appear, but Dan thought he heard an outside door softly close.
“Maybe Pat and his gang have been eavesdropping again!” he cried.
The Cubs ran out into the shadowy corridor. It was quite deserted. But there against the wall, neatly positioned like twin sentinels, were two large ice cream freezers.
“Whoopee!” chortled Midge. “See what Santa Claus brought us!”
“Freezers!” Chips laughed, cavorting around them. “Just when we had given up hope too.”
While the other Cubs were examining the mysterious gifts, Dan and Brad hastened on to the outer door.
They reached it in time to catch a fleeting glimpse of someone vanishing into a clump of bushes to the left of the churchyard.
“That wasn’t Mr. Hatfield, was it?” Dan demanded.
“Too tall,” Brad replied. “Anyway, he wouldn’t have left the freezers in the hallway.”
“Maybe it was one of the Den Dads. Odd though, that whoever it was, didn’t rap on the clubroom door and wait to be thanked. Anyway, I’m sure glad to get those freezers!”