“It will be claimed fast enough. In any case, we’re not getting ourselves mixed up in anything. We turn this box over to Mr. Hatfield—right now.”
“Sure, I guess you’re right,” Dan admitted. “I intended to show it to him. Only I thought if no one claimed the box, the money might go into the Cub’s treasury or maybe the church building fund.”
“That’s an idea,” nodded Brad. “But let’s not count any chickens—or rather, cash! I have a hunch whoever planted this money here won’t forget about it!”
Excited over their discovery, the two boys hastily tossed another shovelful of coal on the fire.
Then, carrying the precious metal box, they took the stairway two steps at a time.
As they burst into the Cub meeting, Mr. Hatfield was explaining the different types of armor used by knights in early days.
“One type was made of steel mesh”—the Cub leader said, and his voice trailed off.
“Excuse us, sir,” Brad apologized. “Dan found this box in the basement. It’s full of money!”
The Cubs would have suspected the two boys of playing a practical joke. However, Brad floored them by plumping the box itself on the table.
He jerked back the lid, revealing the packages of money.