Dan grinned goodnaturedly, for the idea had not been a serious one. He was as eager as Brad to be rid of the ice cream freezers and be on his way home.
“Where’ll we leave ’em?” he asked. “Not out front.”
“No, they’ll be safer around back.”
The boys circled the church, finally halting by a rear door which led down into the basement.
“Why, it’s open!” Dan exclaimed.
Someone had left the door unlocked, for it stood an inch or two ajar.
“Maybe Terry is here, or one of the trustees, Dan!”
Cautiously, the Cubs opened the door wider. They could see no one in the dark hallway. Nor could they hear anyone moving about inside the old church.
“Anyone here?” Brad finally shouted.
His voice echoed faintly, but there was no other sound.