Though the Cubs had not really expected that the ticket sale would bring in very much, they now realized that it would swell their treasury considerably. The money already was earmarked for the payment of attorney fees, if needed.
After a long, tiring haul, the two Cubs eventually arrived with the freezers at Terry Treuhaft’s cottage. The yard was choked with unraked leaves and the garage doors were locked.
“No one at home,” Dan observed. “Just our luck!”
After rapping several times without an answer, the boys debated what to do. Brad was opposed to hauling the freezers back to the clubroom.
“We could leave them here,” he suggested.
“Wouldn’t it be better to take them back to the church? That’s where they belong.”
“All right,” Brad agreed. “After we get home, I’ll telephone Terry or one of the trustees so they’ll know we returned them.”
The old Christian churchyard looked more forlorn than ever as the boys presently came up to it with their creaking wagon. The lawn was deep with crackling brown leaves which filled shoes with a fine dust.
“Say, we could build a dandy fort here,” Dan remarked.
“And get run off the premises again! Nothing doing.”