“Hey, cut it out!” the older boy exclaimed. “Be your age.”
“The window!” Dan muttered. “Look!”
Not only Brad, but Mr. Hatfield and all the Cubs turned to see what had attracted Dan’s attention.
But the face had vanished.
“What’s eating you, Dan?” Brad demanded. “Now you’ve mixed up the count. Has finding this money got you jittery?”
“It sure has,” Dan admitted. “But I know I didn’t dream up that face. I saw it plain as day!”
“What face?” asked Mr. Hatfield.
“I saw it only a minute ago at the window. Someone was looking in here—watching us count the money!”
“Dan has got a bad case of the jitters,” Midge chuckled.
“No, he hasn’t either!”