CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The Man with Cat's Eyes
Unless she kept her wits about her, Cindy told herself, this whole day might very well be lost. A little wisp of black smoke curled up from the skillet in which she was cooking bacon. Alec, standing beside her, shouted, "Hey! It's burning!"
Hastily Cindy slid a fork under the burning bacon and flipped it over. Alec said, in true big-brother style, "You've burned it and we have no food to waste."
"It's only burned a little," Cindy said.
"A little is too much. We may have to get along with what's here until Dad and Mr. Brent come back from Plains City."
Cindy said, "Now, as I told you, Alec, the cave—"
"And as I've told you at least fifteen times," Alec broke in, "there's work to be done."
"Father didn't say so," Cindy reminded her brother.