other.â
I was so tired and mad and defeated, I slammed my shovel into the ground. âLetâs just forget it,â I said.
And thatâs when I hit something hard. So hard, my shovel made a loud THONK.
Cora bent over and frantically pulled away the loose dirt. There, buried a few feet underground, was an old wooden box.
âLook,â said Cora. âThereâs a carving of Chief Powhatan on the top.â
We pulled the box out of the ground and took a closer look. âItâs locked!â she said. âGood thing you brought that ax.â
!
The ax! I grabbed it off the ground and tried to raise it above my head. âHnnnhhhhâ¦â
âWait, Hal. Before you open the box, thereâs something I want to tell you.â
And then, Cora leaned in. And by that, I mean leaned in. Right toward my face. The way they always do during the mushy part of movies my mom watches on the Lifetime channel.
âSmoochy smoochy smoochy,â said a deep gravelly voice behind us.
I turned to face Ryan.
âIâve been looking all over for you, Cartboy,â he said. âLooks like you found my treasure.â
Right then and there, I decided I wasnât going to back up. Or run away. Or give him what he wanted.
Instead, I was finally going to stand up to Ryan Horner.
The only problem: He was six feet tall. And I was practically a midget. He was gonna tear me apart the same way Wolfie did last fall. When Ryan and his buddies threw me in his pen.
Ryan put his puffy face right in front of mine. âSo you need a girl to help you dig? Whatâs the matter, Cartboy? Too scared out here by yourself?â
âLeave her out of this,â I said.
âOooh. Whatcha gonna do? Hit me with your rusty old ax?â
âYou think you can make fun of my dadâs ax?â
And then I did what any small kid with zero practical fighting experience would do.
I jumped on Ryan Hornerâs back.
Ryan tried to throw me off, but I squeezed his neck hard. âAnd another thing, Horner. For your information, it wasnât me who tattletaled on you.â
âOh, sure. Then who was it?â
âMaybe it was one of your so-called friends. Like Warren.â
âYeah, right.â
âI saw him talking to Mr. Tupkin after school that day. Warren. Not me.â
The truth is I was kind of guessing on the whole Warren thing. I had no idea if it was Warren, or another kid, or nobody. But something I said must have struck a chord with Ryan. Because just for a second, he loosened his grip.
âCora, get the pearls!â I shouted.
Cora grabbed the box and started to run. Before she could get anywhere, Ryan tackled her like a pit bull.
I ran to Cora, but as soon as I got there, Ryan yanked the box out of her hands. He started to take off.
âGet him!â Cora said.
Cora, Vinny, and I raced after Ryan. We probably would have caught him except for three things:
Ryan disappeared into the dark. While Cora and I could do nothing but stand there and watch.
What could I say?
âI guess Ryan won.â
That was pretty much what I was thinking of saying, when I heard a bunch of feet pounding the ground.
âWho is it? Whoâs there?â I said.
And then I got the answer. It came in the form of two small kids: one wearing NightTime diapers. And another with extremely clean hands.
Scot was holding one end of a rope. And Perth was holding the other. It looked just like the rope we had used in the tug-of-war.
âGoing somewhere, Ryan?â Scot said.
Sheer genius, I thought as I heard Ryan trip and fall down.
âMarco for the love of Polo! What is going on out here?â
Mr. Prentice must have heard all the commotion. Suddenly, he was standing right next to us, and the rest of camp was not far behind him.
The light from Mr. Prenticeâs lantern shone everywhere, and after a second, it landed on the wooden box. It had broken open, and the