Colonel Brekenridge made out a check to Sam Hatfield, instructing that each boy be repaid the amount he had contributed.
“Say, we’ll get our costumes for the play after all!” Dan said jubilantly. “We can buy a lot of special trappings!”
“Whoop-ee!” chortled Midge, tossing his cap into the air. “Maybe we’ll win that contest yet!”
“I’d like to make a little contribution to help along the cause,” said Mr. Kain unexpectedly.
From his billfold, he extracted two new ten dollar bills.
“Oh, it isn’t necessary to repay us,” Dan protested quickly. “Colonel Brekenridge already has done that.”
“This is merely a little personal offering,” the bank employee said, thrusting the money into the boy’s hand. “I’ve learned a lesson in dealing with the Cubs. Use this to buy whatever you need for your play.”
“Thanks, Mr. Kain! And may we keep on using the Castle grounds?”
“As long as you like, or at least until the place is sold.”
“The Castle property is for sale?” Colonel Brekenridge inquired in surprise.