“Oh, no, he won’t,” said Mrs. Jones confidently.
Moving across the kitchen, she locked the inside door which led into the basement. As a double precaution, she then placed the heavy oak table in front of the door.
“That should hold him,” she announced. “I have another little idea too!”
The Cubs could not guess what the widow was up to as she darted out of the house, not even bothering to put on a wrap.
In a moment though, they understood. Mrs. Jones slammed shut the double doors entering into the cellar, and bolted them.
As Dan and Brad ran out to help, she told them to bring several pieces of heavy machinery from the shed. These the boys trundled out and placed on top of the double doors.
“That should hold him!” Mrs. Jones declared, well satisfied with her work.
From inside the house, they could hear the tramp pounding on the door.
“He may break it down!” Dan said uneasily.
“He could,” the widow admitted. “Dan, run down the road and see if you can find out what’s keeping Mr. Hatfield and the state troopers. Meanwhile, the rest of us will hold the fort. Or to be strictly accurate—the kitchen!”