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 hunch misfired.”“I don’t see why you keep calling it a hunch,” Trixie flung at him crossly. “If you had found Bobby’s bike in the ditch and all the rest of the clues, you’d call it evidence, I’m sure.”“Hold everything, kids,” Jim chuckled. “Weil soon know what to call it. I see what must be the ruins of the old Martin mansion off there to the right. The cottage should be close now.”“It’s just around the next bend. Weil be there in half a sec,” Trixie told him. But at that moment, the small car went into a skid, and she added hastily, “That is, if we ever do get there!” and closed her eyes.Brian hung tightly to the wheel and braked with short, sharp jabs until the car was under control.
