“We never did finish our count of the cash,” Brad recalled. “Seeing that man in the churchyard gave us all a jolt.”
“I’ll count the money at home,” Mr. Hatfield promised. “Tell you the truth, I wanted to get the box away from the church. I’ll feel more comfortable after it’s turned over to someone else for safekeeping.”
The car had halted at an intersection. As the light turned green, Mr. Hatfield started up too quickly and stalled the engine.
“The sparkplugs must be damp,” he complained.
As the Cub Scout leader ground his foot repeatedly on the starter pedal, Dan noticed that a car directly behind had not taken advantage of the green light.
Although the driver had ample space in which to go around the stalled car, he did not do so.
Lowering the car window, he signaled for the other automobile to pull around. Even then it did not do so.
“What’s the matter with that dumb cluck anyhow?” he muttered.
Just then Mr. Hatfield succeeded in starting the car. Quickly he shifted gears and rolled through the intersection an instant before the light turned red again.
Dan glanced back through the rear window to watch the other automobile. The driver had been caught by the red light.