Marc said, sensing Bluedog was frightened, but not telling Eddie and Hermie how he knew. They would think he was crazy if he told them that he and Bluedog were like twins. How many people can read dog thoughts? But Marc knew his feelings were true. Bluedog was trying to tell him she needed him. He got more and more scared, but all he knew to do was to keep looking and calling out. They searched the area methodically, circling farther and farther away from the bikes, fighting the wet, bushy undergrowth. When their route met the road on one side, they concentrated on the other. They would soon run out of space on that side, too, since there was a drop-off to the river below. “We could sure use a machete,” Hermie said, as he pushed aside verbena branches, shaking water droplets, sweetly perfumed, onto the three of them. “We’re going to be lucky if we don’t get covered with poison ivy.” Eddie jerked limbs from in front of his face, letting them slap back at Marc, who caught them, ignoring Eddie’s mood.
