WHEN THE WIND BLOWS by John Saul

Author:John Saul [Saul, John]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dell
Published: 1981-09-06T21:00:00+00:00

Jeff started for the barn, but Christie stopped him. “I don’t want to go in there,” she said.

“Well, where else are we going to get a rattrap?” Jeff asked.

Christie’s eyes reflected her puzzlement. “What do we need a rattrap for?” she asked.

“To get even with Miss Edna,” he replied, his voice exasperated. “You’ll see. But we need a trap.”

“Maybe in the shed,” Christie suggested.

They crossed the yard and went into the shed near the chicken coop. In the floor there was a trapdoor, and Jeff reached down and pulled it open.

“Wow,” he breathed. “What’s this?”

“It’s the root cellar,” Christie explained. “Aunt Diana says they used to keep vegetables down there. She says they never spoiled down there.”

“It’s like a fort,” Jeff said. “Come on, let’s go down into it.”

Christie looked into the dark cavern doubtfully. “I don’t know,” she said. “It’s prob’ly full of spiders.”

“Or even snakes,” Jeff added, grinning mischievously.

“Stop that,” Christie said. “Besides, I thought you wanted to look for a trap.”

Sighing, Jeff kicked the trapdoor shut and began poking through the collection of farm tools that were scattered around the shed. “Here’s one!” he cried. The trap, ancient and rusty, looked to Christie as though it would break if they tried to set it, but when Jeff tested it, it held. He set it on the floor of the shed, then prodded it with the handle of a rake. It snapped closed, its jaw leaving a slight dent in the hardwood.

“Now we need something to cover it with,” Jeff said.

“But where are we going to put it?” Christie wanted to know.

“Wherever Miss Edna might find it,” Jeff replied. “Is there anyplace she goes all the time?”

“I don’t know.” Then she thought of something. “How about the chicken coop? She collects the eggs every morning. Anyway, almost every morning.”

“Neat,” Jeff said. “Come on.”

They left the shed and went into the chicken coop. A few minutes later they came back out again.

“That’ll get her.” Jeff’s voice was more confident than he was. He knew that if his parents found out what he’d done, he’d get a lot more than a lecture from his father. He faced Christie. “You won’t tell, will you?” he asked.

Christie shook her head.

“Cross your heart?”

Christie crossed her heart.

Jeff glanced uneasily at the house, wondering if anyone had seen them go into the coop. It didn’t seem like it.

“What shall we do now?” Christie asked.

Without thinking, Jeff suggested the first thing that came into his head. “We could go up to the mine.”

Remembering her father, Christie felt her happy mood slip away. “By ourselves?” she whispered. “I don’t think we should.” In truth, she didn’t want to go at all, but she didn’t want to admit it to Jeff.

“Then let’s ask my mom and Miss Diana,” Jeff suggested. “Maybe they’ll take us.”

Suddenly the idea was less frightening. With Aunt Diana and Mrs. Crowley along, it might not be so bad.

“Okay. Let’s ask.”

They found Diana sitting by herself at the kitchen table, still sipping coffee. Joyce was nowhere to be seen.

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