CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 10 CHAPTER 10 "Well, I still think Byron did it," Josh said. He stuck up three fingers. "One, there's red clay on his shovel. Two, he could have left those huge footprints we saw. Three, he's a painter, so he could have painted that sign." "Byron paints?" asked Ruth Rose's grandmother. "We only saw one painting," Ruth Rose said, "but it was real good." Ruth Rose's grandmother reached for her sandals. "I have a hard time imagining that Jack is involved with grave robbing," she said
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CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 10
"Well, I still think Byron did it," Josh said. He stuck up three fingers."One, there's red clay on his shovel.Two, he could have left those huge footprints we saw.Three, he's a painter, so he could have painted that sign."
"Byron paints?" asked Ruth Rose's grandmother.
"We only saw one painting," Ruth Rose said, "but it was real good."
Ruth Rose's grandmother reached for her sandals."I have a hard time imagining that Jack is involved with grave robbing," she said."But I would very much like to meet Byron!"
They flagged down a taxi in front of the hotel.Dink told the driver they wanted to go to the Old Forest Trail.
"Got it!" the driver said as she moved smoothly into the late-afternoon traffic.
Ten minutes later, Ruth Rose's grandmother paid the driver."Will you pick us up right here in an hour?" she asked.
"Sure thing," the driver said. She waved and drove away.
Ruth Rose's grandmother looked at the dark and dense forest in front of them."Are you sure there's a trail in here?" she asked.
Josh showed her the plaque. "Don't worry about snakes!" he said bravely.
"I wasn't even thinking about snakes until you mentioned them!" Ruth Rose's grandmother said.
This time Josh led the way as they hiked the trail.They stopped when they came to the zombie sign.
"That is strange," Ruth Rose's grandmother said."Someone definitely wants people to think there are zombies around here."
"We think it's the same guy who dug up the graves!" Ruth Rose said.
Her grandmother nodded. "What a busy little zombie!"
They hiked on and soon came to Myrna's village. No one was around.
"Look, they're all in that big hut," Dink said, pointing to the largest of the buildings.
The door was open and the kids could see people sitting on benches. Dink heard a voice speaking firmly.
"They're having some kind of meeting," Ruth Rose said."Maybe it has something to do with the dug-up graves."
"Is it very far to Byron's cabin from here?" her grandmother asked.
"No," Dink said, pointing. "That trail goes to the cemetery,and then you take a little path to where Byron lives."
The three kids led Ruth Rose's grandmother down the trail. They stopped at the little cemetery.
"Someone worked hard to dig those graves up," Ruth Rose's grandmother commented,pointing to the mounds of red dirt near the two empty holes.
"See, Gram, that's the same clay we saw on Byron's shovel," Ruth Rose said.
"Yes, but I would assume red clay could be found in other places," her grandmother said.
They continued walking. A few minutes later, they stood in the trees behind Byron's cabin.
"I don't see him," Ruth Rose whispered, peering around a tree trunk.
"Why don't we just go knock on his door?" her grandmother suggested.
Josh giggled. "I don't know if he even has a door!" he said.
"Come on," Dink said. He stepped into the sunshine.The foursome walked around the cabin.
Byron was standing in front of his easel with a brush in his hand.Small jars of paint were lined up on the easel's tray. "Hi, Byron," Dink said.
Byron turned around quickly. He had a blob of white paint on his chin.When he saw the kids, he broke into a wide smile.
"This is Mrs. Hathaway, my grandmother," Ruth Rose told Byron.
