“Now before we break up for the evening, I suggest we give the Cubs a big vote of thanks,” proposed Mr. Holloway. “All in favor—”
No one ever had an opportunity to join in the vote of appreciation. For at that moment there came a rap on the clubroom door.
Before anyone could open it, Terry Treuhaft stepped into the room. The old caretaker’s unexpected arrival startled everyone. No one could imagine what had brought him to the church uninvited.
Terry did not long leave the matter in doubt.
“I’ve come for my freezers,” he said and his voice fairly dripped icicles.
“YOUR freezers?” Red echoed. “Oh m’gosh!”
“I think you must be mistaken about us having your freezers,” Mr. Hatfield said politely.
“We haven’t any freezers at all,” declared Chips, rather enjoying the joke.
“I understand you do have the ones that were at the church,” the old caretaker said stiffly. “I was tipped that I’d find them here. Where are they?”
“Look around if you like,” Brad invited. “If you can find them, you’re better at hunting than we are.”