Dan’s unexpected defender was none other than Babe Bunning. The youngest member of Den 2 made his announcement in a shrill voice which quavered with excitement.
“I saw the f-face too,” he chattered. “Only I was so—so scared I couldn’t say anything.”
“You saw it too!” Brad echoed. “Say, this may add up to something!”
Mr. Hatfield already had darted to the window.
The rain had nearly ceased. Gazing out into the drenched churchyard, he could see no one.
“Turn off the light a minute,” he instructed.
Brad found the switch.
With the study dark, it was easier to distinguish objects in the church yard. The Cubs clustered at Mr. Hatfield’s shoulder, tense and uneasy.
“I don’t see anyone—” Mr. Hatfield began.
He broke off and Dan finished the sentence. “Over there by the bushes, to the right of the walk! See!”