儿童英语读物 The Haunted Cabin Mystery CHAPTER 11 The Hayloft

Henry watched the barn loft 1 for Jessie’s signal. He pushed the chicken yard gate open a little wider so he could make a faster getaway.



Just as he saw the three quick blinks of light at the loft window, something shot past him through the open gate to the hen yard, almost throwing him off balance.



At least Benny had not gone to sleep. As Henry got his balance and raced madly toward the barn door, lights seemed to come from everywhere. The barnyard was as brightly lit as daytime, and the barn itself looked lit up for a party.



But the small dark figure Henry had seen creeping into the barn only moments before was getting away. It had stepped into the barn and right back out through the barn door that he was supposed to have slammed shut. Now it raced toward the orchard 2.



He had failed.



He hadn’t managed to get to the barn door in time. As he bolted after the escaping figure, paying no attention to where he was going, he tripped on something that made a loud metallic 3 noise. He fell to the ground with a yell of pain. As he tried to get up, he found himself tangled 4 in a heavy woven bag.



A shovel 5. The thief had been dragging a heavy shovel and that bag along behind him. No wonder he had walked that strange way. But of course he had to have some heavy tool to dig all those holes. The shovel scraping against the rocks in the ground must have caused “that scraping sound” Benny had heard.



As Henry leaped to his feet, Violet sped past him, rapidly gaining on the running figure. The whistling warning signal came from somewhere in the orchard, but too late. Henry and Violet caught up with the runner at about the same moment. All three of them went down together in a pile, rolling over and over on the muddy ground. Henry got to his feet first and grabbed the thief with both arms. He still didn’t know what he had caught. It was wearing a dark mask and a black hood 6 over its head. It kicked and beat at Henry with its fists as he took it back toward the barnyard.



Once there, he shoved it against the side of the barn, and tried to pin back its arms.



He was hearing all sorts of astonishing things at once. Benny was yelling and crying out, “Take that! Get going!” at the top of his lungs while Jessie and Violet danced around Henry, trying to help but not knowing how to.



Even Cap, in his white nightshirt, was coming, with a crutch 7 in one hand and his cane 8 in the other.



“Pull his mask off,” Henry shouted at Jessie. “I don’t dare let him go a minute.”



Just as Jessie got a firm grip on the mask, Cap came up behind her, breathing heavily. With a final jerk, Jessie managed to get the dark fabric 9 loose. Jessie gasped 10. A tumble of bright curls fell on the shoulder of the robe, and a young girl’s terrified face looked back into hers.



“Susie,” Cap cried out in shock.



Susie Hodges looked up at Cap, covered her face with her hands, and began to sob 11 bitterly. Violet went past Jessie to put her arms around the girl. “There,” she said. “Don’t cry. Nobody’s going to hurt you.”



Cap reached for the girl’s hand. “Violet’s right, Susie. We’re not going to hurt you. But I don’t understand what’s going on.”



When his words only started a fresh flood of tears, Violet took the girl’s hand and turned to Cap. “Maybe if we all went inside out of the damp air, then she’d feel better.”



Susie shook her head fiercely. “No, I can’t. Ned.”



“Where is your little brother?” Jessie asked gently.



“Out there,” Susie said, nodding toward the orchard.



“Did he make that warning whistle?” Henry asked.



When she nodded, Cap’s voice turned gruff. “That’s enough. I want explanations, not this nonsense. Susie, call Ned, and both of you come inside my cabin this very minute.”



Susie looked at him, her damp face tearful, then called her brother’s name. He walked forward slowly, a small fair-haired boy with blue eyes and freckles 12. When Susie put out her hand, he seized it gratefully.



Cap hobbled along ahead. He led all the children into the house and glanced at the clock. “Two o’clock in the morning,” he snorted. “I don’t know what this world is coming to.”



Benny stared at Susie. “Boy, you sure aren’t any ghost. I was afraid this place was haunted.”



Susie, her head in her hands, sat trembling on a chair by the fireplace with Ned on the floor by her feet. When Jessie started off into the kitchen, Cap crossly asked her where she thought she was going.



“To make some hot cocoa,” she said, ignoring his gruff tone.



He hesitated, then nodded as he turned back to the rest of the children. “Where should we begin?”



“With the holes in the barn,” Benny suggested. “I fell on a board that had been pulled up from the floor of the barn, and there was a hole dug under it.”



At Cap’s startled look, Henry took over. He told about the whistling noise and Benny hearing scraping.



“And the strange light we saw from the porch that first night,” Violet added. “You told us how you hadn’t been able to do your work,” she reminded him. “But there weren’t as many eggs as there should have been, and the garden had been picked. No rotten vegetables or fruit anywhere.”



“We were hungry,” Susie wailed 13. “It was going to waste.”



“My prize Rhode Island red chicken, too?” Cap asked, suddenly sounding angry again.



“We never took a chicken, not ever,” Ned said. “Just some eggs that weren’t being gathered. And we fed the chickens, too, didn’t we, Susie?”



“You see, Cap,” Jessie broke in. “It was all too mysterious. Finally we set a trap for the thieves.”



“We’re not thieves,” Susie said, glaring at her. “We were only trying to help Mother.”



“Did you make those awful whistling noises in the woods, Ned?” Cap asked. When the little boy nodded, he turned to Susie. “What about the strange lights?”



“We carried a kerosene 14 lantern to see by and we dressed all in black so no one could see us.”



“And the scraping sound?” Benny asked.



“I could only find a really heavy shovel. I had to drag it along with the bag I carried.”



“You’ve already explained the vegetables and the eggs, but why in the world would you tear up my barn floor and dig holes all over my place?”



Susie looked down so that her words came out muffled 15. “That’s what the bag was for. We were looking for buried pirate treasure. I read about it being hidden here, and we needed the money so very badly.”



Jessie came in with cups of cocoa. She stopped in front of Susie and frowned. “Did you read this article about buried pirate gold in your newspaper?”



Susie nodded. “This man wrote that a lot of pirate treasure was supposed to be hidden right here in Owl’s Glen around an old cabin that had been here for a hundred years. Cap’s cabin was the only one like that.”



The Alden children looked at each other. Paul Edwards would feel terrible if he knew how much trouble his words had caused. What had he said to them on the boat? “Stories of buried treasure never seem to die away, but nobody ever finds any gold, either.”