“What do you think we should do?” Brad asked anxiously.
Mr. Hatfield already had made up his mind. He spoke decisively:
“The most important thing now is to get the money box to a safe place. I’ll take it home for tonight.”
Well satisfied with the decision, the Cubs trooped back into the church to gather together their belongings.
With the exception of Brad and Dan, the other Cubs lived close by. The two boys were to ride with Mr. Hatfield and his son Fred.
“The storm has let up now, so I’ll trust the rest of you to shift for yourselves,” the Cub leader said. “Go straight to your homes and don’t stop along the way to pick any daisies. I’ll report to you in the morning as to what will be done with the money box.”
“We’ll be okay,” Red said cheerfully.
“Sure,” agreed Midge. “It’s only a couple of steps. Just take good care of that money box.”
“Dan, Brad and Fred will help me guard it,” Mr. Hatfield said. “I don’t mind admitting I’ll be relieved to turn it over to someone else for safe keeping.”
Before taking the box to his parked car, the Cub leader carefully wrapped it in his coat. Everyone breathed a bit easier when they were out of the church.