It’s locked again.” Dunc jiggled the chain on the junkyard fence. “I guess that means we’ll have to come back some other time.” Amos turned his bike around. Dunc cupped his hands and yelled. “Mr. Smith!” There was no answer. He called again but there was still no answer. Amos leaned over his handlebars. “The man obviously doesn’t want visitors.” Dunc got off his bike and put down the kickstand. He walked along the chain-link fence and turned the corner. In a few seconds he ran back to the corner and motioned furiously for Amos to come. “You go on ahead.” Amos waved back at him. “I’ll stay here and guard the bikes.” Dunc motioned harder. “Oh, all right.” Amos dropped his bike. As he reached the corner, he muttered, “But if he thinks I’m climbing that fence again—” “Shhh!” Dunc pulled him down. “Look over there.” Hercules was barking excitedly and running in circles. Mr. Smith was standing near the dog, dressed in the shiny red suit, a black mask, and red boots.
