“Sure we do,” Sandy said after a pause. “It’s Doug Henderson. He looks scared—almost as if somebody’s chasing him.”
“Hey, Doug!” Mike yelled. “Over here!”
The boy scrambled down the foot of the hill and came sprinting up to them. His face was pale and his eyes were unnaturally large.
“Is there anything wrong, Doug?” Mr. Cook asked.
The boy gasped as he struggled to catch his breath.
“It’s Joe,” he gulped. “Something’s happened to him.”
“What?” Mr. Cook’s tone was sharp and worried.
Doug swallowed hard and shook his head. “Don’t know,” he panted. “He’s hurt. Dad says for you to come. It happened while he was loading your trip boxes.”
CHAPTER SIX
Joe’s Story
Mr. Henderson was waiting for them on the porch of their cabin when they arrived. “You can rest easy,” he called when he saw their worried faces. “He’s not hurt bad.”