“It was my fault for finding the box in the first place.”
Mr. Hatfield laughed and clapped Dan on the back. “Now, none of that talk, Dan!” he chided. “We’ll get the thing straightened out. Forget about it and let me do the worrying.”
Despite the Cub leader’s admonition, Dan could not drive thoughts of the tin box from his mind.
That night, from his father, he learned that it was generally known in Webster City that the Cubs had found the box. Furthermore, a number of thoughtless persons were criticizing Mr. Hatfield for not having taken better care of the money.
“It’s awkward that several people have put in a claim to the cash,” his father added.
“At least two of ’em must be fake claims, Dad.”
“I’d judge so,” agreed his father. “But to prove it may not be easy.”
On the following day, the Cubs met briefly at the church to compare notes on how they were making their suits of armor.
Mrs. Hatfield and Mrs. Holloway both were there to help the boys with the work. Brad was the only one who had finished his suit. In a burst of enthusiasm he had gone ahead, making a cardboard horse which could be worn over his shoulders.
“We ought to have the best Round Table of any of the Dens,” Dan declared, his enthusiasm at high pitch.