“Maybe, only I thought—”
“Fellows, just because we found a cash box is no reason for working up a high-grade case of the jitters,” the Cub leader said. “The important thing is to maintain a sensible outlook. Now let’s count the money.”
“Right-o,” grinned Dan. “Guess I did let my imagination lead me a race.”
With the blinds lowered, the boys opened up the money box. The neat packages were stacked on the dining-room table.
Mr. Hatfield counted while the others watched and wrote down the tally.
“Two thousand one hundred and seventy-five dollars!” he announced when the last bill had been counted.
“Wow! What a haul!” Dan exclaimed.
“What will we do with it?” Brad asked. “Turn everything over to the police?”
“That’s the only thing to do,” Mr. Hatfield declared. “I dislike to be bothered with a lot of questions tonight though.”
“Then why not wait until morning before calling police?” Brad suggested. “That is, if you think the money will be safe here.”