“Someone sneaking off toward the street!” Brad added. “Let’s nab him!”
“The dirty old peeping Tom!” yelled Chips. “Come on! We’ll get him!”
“Wait, boys!” Mr. Hatfield advised. “We don’t know—”
Usually obedient, the Cubs now were too excited to listen.
Before Mr. Hatfield could stop them, they darted through the empty church and out into the yard.
“Surround the bushes and close in,” Brad instructed.
The Cubs circled the area where they last had seen the mysterious prowler. Soon it was apparent, however, that the man had eluded them.
He had slipped away in the brief time it had taken them to reach the church yard. Although they looked up and down the street, the man was nowhere to be seen.
“We’ve lost him!” Brad declared in deep disgust.
“Perhaps it’s just as well,” said Mr. Hatfield. The Cub leader, a little short of breath, had followed the Cubs into the yard.