“I’ll do it before he leaves,” he thought.
The scene upon which the Cubs were working finally was finished. Satisfied with the filming, Mr. Holloway told the boys to snatch a brief rest.
Brad took advantage of this period to go in search of Mr. Kain. The man had been gone so long that the boy wondered what had detained him.
As he rounded a corner of the vine-covered castle, he came upon the bank employee. Mr. Kain was gazing at the broken window.
“Well!” he remarked, seeing Brad. “When we gave the Cub Scouts permission to use this property, we assumed they would exercise care.”
“We did, too,” replied Brad, ready to defend the organization. “If you’re referring to that broken window, we didn’t smash it.”
“No? I don’t recall seeing that it was broken when I inspected the premises a few days ago.”
“It was though,” Brad assured him. “I meant to tell you about it, but forgot.”
“Indeed?” Mr. Kain spoke coldly. “It seems the Cubs forget quite a few things.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” Brad said. “It’s the truth, we didn’t smash the window. When we first came here, we found it broken. Vines covered the panes, so it wasn’t noticed.”