hammer.â
That was the way Ben was. Do this, do that. As if they were his servants.
Sandy didnât seem to mind. He was too impressed by the way Ben rattled off what they were going to do, and how. Megan smoldered, thinking up things to say to him when he gave her one order too many. Which was going to be very soon, she decided.
It took them two days to ferry the basic materials to the island. After that Ben began the actual building; he took it for granted that Megan and Sandy would run errands, hand things up to him, and in general wait on him.
Once, when he barked a demand for more nails, Megan tossed him the bag and said gruffly, âNo wonder people think youâre obnoxious. Did you ever hear of âpleaseâ and âthank-you?âââ
To her surprise, Ben grinned. It made his face much more pleasant. âYeah. Please get me those two-by-fours, and thank-you.â
She didnât know what to say back, so she brought the lumber from the pile on the ground. By the end of the second day of building, even Megan had to admit that the tree house was going to be better than the cave, which was open on the front and both sides except for some pine boughs.
The tree-house platform was big enough so they could spread out three sleeping bags if they wanted to. There was a window on each side, enabling them to see in all directions, though they had no glass for them. There was a shelf to keep food supplies on, and they even salvaged an old end table with a shelf under it for their dishes. They didnât have a way to cook, but Ben thought they would be just as well off using the grill at the mouth of the cave.
âItâs not very far to walk, and itâll be safer than trying to have a stove in the hut. Especially when we donât have a stove,â Ben announced.
âOh, by all means, then,â Megan said dryly, âletâs do it that way if you think so.â
Ben looked at Sandy. âWhatâs the matter with her?â
Sandy shrugged. âYou know how girls are.â
Megan felt annoyance stirring again. Before she could think of a suitable comment, though, Ben asked, âDid your uncle find you?â
In the stillness a crowâs cry sounded from the tall pines on the edge of the lake, and from far up the lake they heard an outboard motor, suggesting that new neighbors had arrived.
âOur uncle?â Sandy asked stupidly.
âYeah,â Ben said. âWhen my dad was in town this morning he said he met this guy asking about two redheaded kids in the general store. I hadnât told him about you until thenâmy dad, I meanâbecause heâs been too busy to talk to me until he gets this difficult chapter written; but when he mentioned it, I figured it had to be you. There arenât that many redheads around, usually. The guy that runs the store didnât know you, but he suggested your uncle try asking at the post office.â
Meganâs mouth felt dry. âThatâs really strange. Because we donât have an uncle.â
âNo kidding? Well, I guess there must be some more redheads, then. Here, Sandy, grab the other end of this, and weâll get the roofing on. Then we wonât have to worry that our stuff will get wet when it rains.â
Sandy appeared to give the matter no further thought, but Meganâs stomach was churning.
Who was the man who had claimed to be the âuncleâ of two redheaded kids?
And if the man was really looking for Megan and Sandy, what did he want?
It wouldnât have frightened her if she hadnât known her mother was running away from somethingâor someone.
She didnât get a chance for a private conversation with Sandy until they got home, and Grandpa asked them to walk out to the main road and check the mailbox. âI need to keep an eye on supper so it wonât scorch,â he said. âCome right back, though, because thisâll be ready in