other stuff back again?â I asked. âAnd the moss?â
âNot going to dig around anymore?â
âMaybe later,â I said. âRight now, I want to sort out what happened to me here.â
He nodded. It took us a while to put everything back, but when we were through only the dark outlines around the moss patches showed that anyone had been mucking around.
âWhereâs the glasses?â he asked.
âIn my pocket.â
âPut them on now. While Iâm here.â
âAre you nuts?â I backed away.
âLet me try them, then.â He put out a hand.
I had to laugh out loud when he put them on. âYou look like an old-fashioned bank clerk. All you need is a stiff collar and cuffs.â
âThanks. A dull and boring clerk? How can I get into the spirit of things with you giggling? Spirit of things. Get it?â
I couldnât help a few more snickers at the frowning face behind the silly little glasses. He turned slowly around. Then he pushed them down and looked at me over the rims.
âHow long did it take you to see something?â
âAlmost right away. The first time, the whole place turned to autumn colours. The second time, it was spring. See anything?â
He squinted. âNothing. Zilch.â He took them off. âZero, darn it. How come you get to see things and I donât?â
ââCause youâre not crazy.â
âMust be that,â he said, shaking his head sadly. âLoony Lizzie. Sad story indeed.â
I was angry until I saw the wicked smile. âYou poor thing. Youâre just jealous, thatâs all.â
âCome on, now Iâm here, you donât have to be afraid.â
âBut I
am
afraid. Maybe if we stood away from the cabin. Down by the shore. I wouldnât bump into anyone. What do you think?â
âWhat if you put them on right here, in the middle of the cabin? Maybe youâd be inside it.â
âAnd what if I canât get out?â I shivered.
âOkay, letâs move over here. Will you try it?â
âOkay. But only if you stay close by.â
He grinned. âMy pleasure.â
Flustered, I stumbled towards a row of pine, leaned against a tree and put the glasses up to my eyes.
âSee anything?â
âNo.â
âNow?â
All I saw was the sunken site ahead, the cool green light, the pile of gear, and the sparkling lake.
âHow about now? Am I here, for instance?â
âYes, you are. And stop waving your hand in front of my eyes. It makes me dizzy.â
He ran to the cabin and waved. âNow? Not even the cabin?â
âNope.â I wasnât sure whether to feel glad or disappointed. I put the glasses in my pocket. âFunny, huh? Maybe I am nutso.â
He shrugged. âItâs like seances, poltergeists and stuff like that. Bring in another person and nothing happens. Doesnât mean it didnât happen before. Letâs go to your place. Iâll beg dinner off Terry. Weâll think things over on the way to my place. Hey, we could ask Harv about Frances Rain.â
âNo kidding? Thatâs a great idea. We can pick his brain.â
âPicking old Harvâs brain may take some doing, but itâs worth a try. After dinner, you can use Terryâs boat to tow me back to the truck and then youâll have a boat to come back home in. That damn motor of mine is ready for the dust heap.â
As we floated away from the island, I couldnât help wondering if Iâd ever see Frances again. Maybe the glasses had lost their ability to look into the past. I felt a strange sort of ache at the thought of not seeing her or the girl again.
I neednât have worried. Frances and I had a long way to go.
Chapter Twenty-One
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