“Will Jack be sent to Mrs. Jones’ place?” Dan questioned.
“That’s the plan, if she’s still willing to take him. Mr. Wentworth has agreed Jack may have this last chance to settle down and make good. If he runs away again, though, it means the state reformatory for him.”
“Do you think Mrs. Jones can handle him?” asked Burton Holloway as he started the engine of the station wagon. “Jack needs a firm hand.”
“She can manage him if anyone can,” Mr. Hatfield replied confidently. “Furthermore, she needs money. It will make an ideal arrangement, providing Jack doesn’t let us down.”
Mr. Holloway dropped the boys off at their various homes.
“I’ll take you home next,” he said to Mr. Hatfield, when all of the passengers had been disposed of except his own son Midge, and Dan.
“I can walk from Mr. Hatfield’s place,” the latter offered. “It’s only a step.”
As the station wagon pulled up in front of his home, Mr. Hatfield noted at once that a black car with the numeral 145 stood at the curb.
“That looks like a police car,” Dan commented.
“Which means I’m in for another siege of questioning,” the Cub leader sighed. With Dan, he alighted from the station wagon. “I’m trying to cooperate, but I’ve already told police everything I know about the money box.”