I ran over to Artie, who was pouring orange juice from a big pitcher. “Have you seen my brother?” I asked. Artie set down the pitcher. “Colin? He went on a canoe trip.” My mouth dropped open. “He already left? For how long?” Artie shrugged. “Two days, I think. He took some guys with him. He left at dawn.” He squinted at me. “You need something?” Yeah. I need the pendant around his neck. “No. Guess not,” I said. Would those evil insect creatures follow Colin for the pendant? Would Colin ever return? I slunk back to the table. I felt sick. I couldn't eat the watery scrambled eggs or the soggy hash browns. The guys at my table were talking and laughing. But I didn't hear them. I couldn't think of anything but ghosts and that pendant. Uncle Joey stood in front of the big stone fireplace and announced the morning's activity—a three-mile hike through the woods. Some kids groaned. That made Uncle Joey unhappy. “Bad attitude,” he said. “That's not the Snake Lake way!
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