Barney had finally seen through the old Ty-wanese Kid and had enough of him. And without Ty around to egg him on, Rudy was pretty sure he could talk Barney out of the whole gold-mining scheme. Particularly now that there was Heather and the riding lessons to occupy his mind.
But that same eveningâit was Wednesday and Rudy had survived another long afternoon of baby-sittingâhe found out differently. Natasha and the M and Mâs had gone downtown right after dinner and Rudy was alone in the house, except for Ophelia. After reading the funnies and checking the TV schedule, he decided to call Barney. The conversation had started off about the riding lesson and Heather, but then the subject of Tyler Lewis came up, and it seemed that Barney had been talking to him on the phone.
âYou called Styler up?â Rudy asked, and bit his tongue to keep from asking why.
âYeah,â Barney said. âJust to see how he was getting along. Like, if he had blood poisoning or tetanus or anything. He could have, you know, with all those punctures. Punctures are how you get tetanus.â
âYeah, so Iâve heard,â Rudy said. âWell, did he? Have tetanus?â
âGuess not. He didnât even want to talk about it. All he wanted to talk about was how heâd figured out a way to solve the lamp problem. You know. The one on his minerâs helmet.â
âYou mean that carbide thing,â Rudy asked. âI did a report on those things once. They were pretty dangerous. They make this flammable gas when water drips into the carbide stuff and then thereâs a switch that hits a flint that makes a spark. Then if youâre lucky you get a flame. And if youâre unlucky you get a minor explosion, and maybe burn off your eyebrows.â
Barney laughed. âYeah, thatâs what Ty found out. He said he singed himself a few times, so he went another route. He kind of smashed the lamp part down and taped a flashlight on top of the helmet instead. He said I ought to fix mine the same way.â
Rudy felt something heavy hit the bottom of his stomach with a thud. âYours?â he asked in what he hoped wasnât a quavery voice. âYou mean, you have one too?â
âNo,â Barney said. âNot yet.â
Not just âno.â That wouldnât have been so bad, although something like, âNo, and I donât want one,â would have been even better. But ânot yetâ? That could only mean one thing.
The conversation fizzled out after that, and as soon as Rudy hung up the phone he kind of lurched across the room and dropped into a chair at the kitchen table.
So, the gold-mining scheme was still in the works. He couldnât believe it. What he found hardest to believe, in fact, was that Barney could still be interested in doing anything at all with Tyler Lewis, now that heâd been shown up as a cement-brained, loudmouthed show-off. And a chicken besides.
A chicken. Tyler Lewis was a chicken. A strange raging tornado was building up inside Rudyâs head. He crashed his fist down on the table and then jumped up and kicked the chair heâd been sitting in so hard that it tipped over. Across the room Ophelia leaped to her feet and began to bark.
âShut up, you nerdy dog,â Rudy yelled, and stormed out of the kitchen and down the hall. In his own room he collapsed sideways across his bed and covered his face with his arm.
With Natasha and the girls away it was very quiet in the house. No sound at all at first and then only an occasional whimper from Ophelia, who had followed him into the room and was now snuffling nervously at his feet.
âShut up, Ophelia,â he said again, but this time with a lot less energy. The raging anger was getting away from him, no matter how hard he tried to hang on to it. And the thing was, he knew that when it was gone he was going to start thinking, and that was exactly what he didnât want
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