Camping Chaos by Franklin W. Dixon

Author:Franklin W. Dixon
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Aladdin

“Did you find a track, Beatrice?” Fish asked her.

Beatrice shook her head and pointed to a large boulder in the middle of the creek. “No, but I found something else. There’s Princess Petunia!” she exclaimed. “Somebody save her!”

6

The Legend of the Headless Ghost

Joe stared. A doll was perched on a rock in the middle of the creek. She wore a sparkly gold crown on top of her long blond hair, and a fancy purple dress.

How did Princess Petunia end up there? Joe wondered.

“I’ll get her!” Wendy volunteered.

She pulled off her pink hiking shoes and rolled her jeans up to her knees. She stepped into the water and waded out to the boulder. “Brrr, it’s cold!” she said with a laugh.

“This is epic,” Phil murmured. “Camp counselor rescues missing doll in the middle of a raging river!” He pulled out his camera phone and snapped a couple of pictures.

Wendy emerged from the creek and handed Beatrice her doll. “Thank you!” Beatrice said happily. “Princess Petunia, you’re back!”

On an impulse Joe headed over to the bank of the creek. As he passed a bush, a deer burst out and bounded away, startling him.

He bent down and inspected the ground. There was a jumble of different footprints—human footprints.

There were several footprints with a lightning-bolt pattern!

“Hey, what’s up?” Phil asked, joining Joe.

Joe nodded at the footprints. “We think these belong to the person who’s been stealing stuff,” he explained.

Phil aimed his camera phone at the footprints and took a picture.

“Joe! Phil! We need to keep moving,” Fish called out. “Did you guys find an interesting animal track?”

“I guess you could say that,” Joe replied with a sly smile.

• • • •

Later that night everyone met at Gooseberry Lodge for make-your-own tacos, followed by ghost stories and roasted marshmallows around a roaring bonfire.

After dinner Joe and Frank grabbed a couple of long sticks and a bag of marshmallows and sat down on a log. The evening was especially chilly, so the warmth of the fire was welcome.

Joe speared a marshmallow with his stick and thrust it into the fire. It immediately sizzled and burst into flames.

“Whoa!” Joe frowned at the blackened blob at the end of his stick. “Marshmallow fail!”

“You have to be patient, Bro. Hold it away from the fire a bit,” Frank suggested.

Joe sighed and tried again with a new marshmallow. As he waited for it to cook, he thought about their case.

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