It was plain to the Cubs that Mr. Kain resented their interference. This, he indicated, by the cold formal manner in which he addressed them.
“You heard what Mr. Hammond said?” he demanded. “He very generously has allowed you the use of the premises under my supervision. May I ask when you will film the next scenes of your play?”
“Probably Saturday if the weather is pleasant,” Mr. Hatfield informed him. “By that time we should have costumes and scenery ready. I assure you we’ll wind up the filming as quickly as possible.”
“Very well. Saturday then, I’ll be on hand to see that everything is kept in order. Oh, yes, there’s one more matter—the twenty dollars.”
“Well, for crying out loud!” Red muttered, but at a stern look from Mr. Hatfield, he subsided.
Now all the Cubs were certain that Mr. Hammond had not intended them to pay the sum. However, they were too proud to argue.
Without saying a word, Brad opened his wallet and gave the money to Mr. Kain.
“There go our costumes,” remarked Red pointedly.
“Eh?” inquired Mr. Kain, busily writing out a receipt.
No one repeated the remark.