“All set?” Mr. Hatfield inquired, ready to leave.
“Just a minute,” called Dan. “I want to look at something.”
Brad was exasperated. “We’re late now,” he complained. “That Dan—he has to go kiss his sand painting goodnight. He watches over it as if it were a baby.”
“He’s done a fine job on it so far,” Mr. Holloway said warmly. “He’ll only be a minute.”
Dan, however, was gone so long that the Cubs began to grumble.
“What’s the matter with him anyhow?” Fred muttered. “He must be caressing every grain of sand! I’m going after him.”
“Here he comes now,” Midge observed.
Dan came quickly to the group. He plainly was very angry.
“It’s happened again!” he burst out.
“What’s happened?” Brad asked.