Pyro Watson and the Hidden Treasure by Nette Hilton

Author:Nette Hilton
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Random House Australia
Published: 2009-02-14T16:00:00+00:00

They’d wandered a long way. It was easy to do when there were bits of shells to collect and pieces of wood and stones to throw and trees to climb over and around and rocks to clamber across and then back again to see if it could be done faster. The rock pool was left far behind as they drifted along looking for a nice quiet place to set up their pirates and pirate ship. It needed sand and water that lapped gently so it would fill the oceany-bay thing that they had planned.

They’d wandered almost all the way around to the bridge. The dinghy was here that they were allowed to use if they checked first with the park manager. The reeds were here that stretched back up to the rock face that formed the road and a car park. And the sand here was yellow and firm and exactly right for modelling. They’d climbed out on an overhanging tree trunk that let them swing around above the water and voila! There it was, the perfect place. Just suddenly there, right in front of them.

It was so perfect and so quiet they landed, floomp, flat-footed from their tree trunk and simply gazed at it.

‘This is great,’ Geezer whispered. Then giggled.

Pyro was tempted to make a sudden big yelp noise, just to disturb the silence, but thought better of it when he smelt something that said they were not alone.

‘Sssh,’ he said instead. But he saw by the way Geezer was sniffing at the air like an old beagle that he, too, realised they were not alone.

They backed up a bit and stood in the shadows of the yukka trees that lined the shore.

At first there was nothing to see. Just the dinghy standing on its side, supported by a couple of planks of wood. It was providing a bit of shade for whoever was sheltering there out of the midday sun. Smoke drifted skyward, grey and heavy on the hot air. Someone had cigarettes.

Geezer fanned the air in front of him. He had asthma and it always got going if there was smoke around.

Pyro hoped, really hoped, that it didn’t get going now. He didn’t want Geezer to wheeze and cough anyway but he especially didn’t want him to do it before they got safely around the bend in the inlet, safely away onto the other side of those old leany-out yukkas and she-oaks.

It was really important to get away because Pyro had just recognised one of the feet that stuck out from under the dinghy. He recognised an arm that was flung out as well. And he didn’t have to think too hard to wonder who would be dumb enough to hide under a dinghy to smoke a cigarette.

The Worries. Sausage Lips and Plonker.

‘Run!’ he hissed at Geezer.

Geezer looked a little surprised. He’d just put down the bucket and spade that Mr Stig had produced from under the bed in the camper, and was hauling his puffer from his pocket.

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