“What can be keeping Slim?” Trixie asked.“Maybe he has chores to do,” Uncle Andrew said. “There are many hours ahead of you.”“Where does he live?” Mart asked.“I don’t really know. Back in the woods someplace. Bill Hawkins knows.”“I wish he’d show up,” Trixie said. “Other people may be ahead of us...
“H-hanged him?” Trixie squeaked. “Just for being lazy?” Honey asked, horrified. “Oh, no. I mean, ja, they hanged him, but it wasn’t his laziness that finally got him strung up.” Gus paused and rubbed his palm across his stubbled jaw. “Well yes, you could say it was, because it’s just plain lazy t...
Trixie complained, after a glance at the rapidly sinking sun. “We don’t want to be wandering around here after dark.”“Cheer up, sis,” Brian called back to her. “There’s a good half hour of light left. If we can’t find Gaye in that time, we might as well give up and go home. We’ll know that your h...
The sounds made by Mart and Dan stomping through the woods grew faint. Soon all was silent, and Trixie felt a shiver of apprehension between her shoulder blades. “It sure is dark in these woods,” Honey said miserably. “It’s not so dark,” Trixie answered, trying to sound cheerful. Then she looked ...