Mr. Hatfield told the Cubs that he considered it most important that no one reveal the exact amount of cash that had been found.
“Brad, Dan, Fred and myself are the only ones who know the correct total,” he said. “But the rest of you have a pretty fair idea. The thing is—keep it to yourselves. If the amount should become known, well, it might make it easier for Mr. Wilson to prove a claim.”
“You can depend on us, Mr. Hatfield,” Brad said, speaking for the others. “How about you, Babe?”
“Oh, sure,” the youngest member of the Den returned carelessly. “I forget now how much it was we counted at the church.”
“Midge isn’t here, but I’ll stop at his house and warn him,” Dan offered.
The matter of the cash box having been thoroughly discussed, Mr. Hatfield told the boys his real purpose in calling them was to remind them to start working on the church building fund pledge cards.
“Call on your prospects as soon as you can,” he advised. “Today if possible. We want to get that money rolling in.”
“What about our plans for the Crusade?” Brad reminded him.
“You’ll hear more about that at our next meeting,” Mr. Hatfield promised. “Meanwhile, dig up anything you can for costumes.”
“I have an idea—” Dan began.