Sabotaged by Haddix Margaret Peterson

Author:Haddix, Margaret Peterson [Haddix, Margaret Peterson]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Science Fiction, Young Adult, Historical, Fantasy, Mystery, Adventure
ISBN: 9781442406469
Goodreads: 8779910
Publisher: Simon Schuster Books for Young Readers
Published: 2010-01-01T08:00:00+00:00

“What’s this? Ketchup and mustard for the little food pellets?” Jonah muttered.

He pulled the cork out of one of the jars and got a whiff of the thick purplish liquid—it was paint.

In fact, the jars were identical to the ones in John White’s trunk.

“You have a really sick sense of humor, Mr. Second,” Jonah murmured. “Given everything we don’t have—all the answers we don’t have—and you just send us more paint?”

“Jonah! What are you doing? Come on!” Katherine called from outside the hut. “The tracer boys are leaving!”

Jonah came out of the hut waving the jars of paint.

“Look what else Second left for us,” he said. “‘With my compliments,’ he says. I say we take a stand: Second, we don’t want your stupid presents!”

He tossed the jars back into the melon plant. They broke off several of the leaves, creating a line of tracer leaves.

Katherine frowned at him.

“No, wait,” she said. “We should take those along. Not leave behind any more time mess-ups than we have to, you know?”

“All right, all right,” Jonah mumbled. He fished the jars back out of the melon leaves. He went over to the trunk and dropped them in with John White’s other art supplies.

“I’m glad we’re getting away from this creepy island and that creepy hut and that creepy guy Second’s gifts,” Jonah said. Somehow, he was sure Croatoan Island would be different.

“Some help?” Katherine muttered.

Jonah realized that Katherine and Andrea were attempting to pull John White across the clearing, following the tracer boy carrying the old man’s tracer.

“Oh, right. Sorry,” Jonah said.

He rushed over to the girls. They had been trying to tug the old man by his armpits, but with all three of them working together, they were able to lift him up, almost into a standing position. John White’s head sagged forward; his legs dragged uselessly.

“We’ve—got to—get him back with his tracer!” Andrea grunted.

Ahead of them, the tracer boy placed John White’s tracer in the crook of the branch they’d carried him on the night before. Much less gracefully, Jonah, Katherine, and Andrea settled the real man into the same spot.

“Now he looks so much better,” Andrea said.

It was true. John White’s color instantly improved. The sweat beads disappeared from his face. And even though his eyes remained closed, his whole countenance looked more peaceful now.

Does it really help John White that much to be with his tracer, like Andrea thinks? Jonah wondered. Or is it just that the tracer’s healthier, and that’s what we see?

Dare began barking. The second tracer boy was carrying the tracer chest over to put on the branch beside John White.

“Right. Don’t worry—I’m getting it, boy,” Jonah muttered.

He was glad that Andrea and Katherine were looking down at John White and didn’t notice that Jonah just dragged the chest. No, now the girls were peering through the trees ahead of the branch. As Jonah heaved the chest onto the branch—almost splintering it—he realized that they were looking at a small sliver of water visible through the woods.

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