“See what I see, Dan?”
Near the exit to the alley, a group of boys were practicing basketball.
A make-shift netting had been attached to the wall, serving as a basket.
“Why, it’s Pat Oswald!” Dan recognized one of the players. “No wonder he has a sure eye for a basket.”
“I’m not blaming him for practicing,” Brad commented in a low tone. “More power to him! But it’s tough to have to do it in an alley.”
“Pat didn’t tell us about not having a practice court.” Dan now felt ashamed of himself for having resented, even secretly, the Purple Five’s use of the church gymnasium.
Not wishing to appear to spy upon the Bay Shore boys, Brad and Dan would have retreated. But as they started to turn the wagon, its squeaking wheels betrayed them.
“Hey, you!” Pat shouted, recognizing them.
Brad and Dan then went on, well aware that the freezers they hauled would create a sensation.
“Where’d you get those?” Pat demanded suspiciously.