CHAPTER 12
SETTING THE TRAP
The next two weeks were busy ones for everyone connected with the Lodge. From morning to night there was a terrific amount of hustling and bustling around the house, inside and out. Everyone was loaning something or borrowing something to wear at the last big party of the season.
Brook, Alf and Jimmy, all amateur but experienced electricians, extended wires from the house to the trees so that the lawn would be bright with lanterns.
“Just in case there’s no moon,” Phil said.
“If it rains, I’ll die,” Marjorie said nervously.
She and Judy were helping the boys, and Judy insisted upon knowing what each one planned to wear.
“We’re all going as cowboys,” Jimmy called down from the fork of a tall tree.
“How original of you,” Marjorie said sarcastically. “And it shows how lazy you are too. All you have to do is stuff the legs of your jeans in boots, tie bandannas around your necks, and borrow toy guns and holsters from kids in the village.”
“So what?” Alf demanded. “With masks on nobody will recognize us, not even you two.”