儿童英语读物 The Canoe Trip Mystery CHAPTER 4 More Warnings

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The next morning, the Aldens all slept until the sun was high in the sky. “It must be nearly nine o’clock,” Henry said sleepily at breakfast.

“It took me a long time to fall back to sleep after hearing that wolf,” Benny said.

Henry told the others about the sound they’d heard.

“It might have been a big dog,” Violet said. “Wolves sound a bit like dogs,” Violet loved animals and was always reading about them.

“Well, maybe it was a dog,” Benny said. But he still looked worried.

“Well, at least your appetite didn’t suffer, Benny.” Aunt Jane smiled at her younger nephew.

Benny sat on the picnic blanket eating dried fruit and two large slices of Mrs. McGregor’s homemade wheat bread.

“We’ll probably finish all the homemade bread by tomorrow,” Jessie said. “After that, we’ll be having oatmeal for breakfast.”

“I love oatmeal,” Benny said. Suddenly he heard a rustling¹ sound behind him.

“Did you hear that?” He tapped Henry on the arm.

A tall man with blue eyes and a black beard walked out of the woods toward them.

Aunt Jane stood up. “I’m Jane Bean,” she said to the man, and introduced him to her nieces and nephews.

“I’m Lorenzo Espinosa.” The man spoke² softly. “Are those your canoes over there on the shore?”

“Yes,” Henry answered. “We’re taking a trip across Timberwolf Lake.”

“How long have you been camping here?”

“Since last night,” Jessie answered.

“How has your trip been so far?” Lorenzo looked at them closely. Violet thought he seemed suspicious about something.

“Fine, except for the wolf,” Benny told him.

Lorenzo looked more worried than surprised. “I’m a scientist,” he explained to Benny. “I study the plants and animals in these woods. There are no wolves around here.”

“See, Benny, what did we tell you?” Henry said. “There’s nothing to worry about.”

“But, if I were you, I would worry,” Lorenzo said, raising his voice, “not about wolves, but about...” He paused. “Some very strange things have been going on near Timberwolf Lake,” he finally continued.

“What kinds of things?” Aunt Jane asked.

“Well, I also heard your so-called wolf last night,” Lorenzo said.

Benny sat up straighter and stopped eating.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure it wasn’t really a wolf,” Lorenzo told Benny. “But I’ve heard this animal for the past week or so, on and off. I’ve also seen campfires burning at all hours.”

“Don’t campers usually make fires?” Aunt Jane asked.

“Yes, but you’re the only campers I’ve seen all season, and you’ve only just arrived,” Lorenzo said.

“Maybe someone is camping here in secret?” Henry suggested. “Maybe someone is trying to keep people off this lake on purpose,” he continued.

“I don’t know what to think!” Lorenzo exclaimed. “I’ve been coming up here every spring for the past fifteen years, and nothing like this has ever happened before.”

For a few moments, Lorenzo did nothing but stare at the ground and scuff³ dirt over a little pile of pine needles. The Aldens just stared at him and didn’t say a word.

“If I were you,” Lorenzo continued, “I would go back. Don’t try to get to the end of Timberwolf Lake. It’s not safe. Too manystrange things are happening.”

The children looked at one another. Why was everyone trying to warn them away from the lake?

“We don’t want to go home yet,” Benny said. “We have to solve the riddle⁴ first.”

“Do you know about the riddle written on the boulder⁵?” Violet asked Lorenzo.

Lorenzo took a long time to answer. The children thought he seemed upset.

“I have more important things to worry about up here than a riddle,” he said abruptly⁶. “And so do you. You have to worry about storms this time of year, not to mention all this funny business.”

Henry and Jessie exchanged glances. “We’ll be very careful,” Henry said.

“We really can’t turn back now,” Jessie told Lorenzo firmly. “Our grandfather is waiting to meet us at the end of the trail in White Pine.”

“Well, you must do what you have to do,” Lorenzo said. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“We’ll be careful,” Violet told him. Againthere was a long pause before Lorenzo responded.

“You must excuse me,” he finally said. “I have to go back to my cabin to check on my oak specimens⁷.” He suddenly seemed eager to get away from the Aldens.

“He wasn’t very friendly,” Jessie said a few minutes after Lorenzo had left.

“He might just be shy,” Violet answered as she gathered up the dishes.

“He seemed kind of nervous when we asked him about the riddle,” Henry said. He was helping⁸ Aunt Jane and Jessie take down the tents.

“I don’t know what to think.” Jessie shook her head. “Maybe he does know more than he wants to tell us.”

“It’s hard to know who we can trust on this trip so far,” Henry remarked. “Maybe there is something strange on this lake. We could go another way and still meet Grandfather in White Pine.”

“I don’t think we need to change our plans yet,” Aunt Jane said.

“Perhaps we shouldn’t tell anyone else about the riddle until we find out more about it,” Jessie suggested.

“We might find more clues when we get back on the lake,” Violet said hopefully. “We shouldn’t let those people talk us out of our canoe trip.”

“Don’t worry, Violet. We’re going ahead.” Henry smiled at his usually quiet sister.

An hour later Aunt Jane and the Aldens were canoeing toward one of the rocky islands in the middle of Timberwolf Lake. Puffy white clouds dotted the blue sky.

“I don’t know why everyone is warning us about the weather,” Henry said. “No sign of rain or storms today.”

“Could we picnic on that rock island?” Benny asked. Today he sat in Henry’s canoe with Violet.

“I don’t see why not,” Henry answered. “By the time we get there, it should be lunchtime.”

When the Aldens paddled closer to the island, they saw it was just a very large grayboulder. Small pine trees and vines grew from its cracks.

Henry and Aunt Jane tied the canoes around a tree trunk and clambered up the boulder in their sneakers. Jessie put bread, dried fruit, and cheddar cheese in a small backpack to take with them. Violet took her sketch⁹ pad, and Benny grabbed his softball.

“Look, we’re scaring away the geese and loons,” Benny said, as he ran to where Henry and Aunt Jane were standing¹⁰.

“Yes, they’ll have to find a new place to sun themselves for now,” Aunt Jane said.

“I’m sure they’ll be back when we start eating,” Henry said.

Benny ran all around the rock island before coming back to see what was in Jessie’s pack for lunch.

Violet explored more slowly. She touched the pine trees and tall rushes that grew in the nooks and crannies of the rocks. For a long time, she stared out in the distance at a pair of jagged rocks further down the lake.

“I’m looking for a good scene to draw,”Violet announced at lunch.

“Can’t you draw us eating?” Benny asked after taking a big bite of his cheese sandwich.

“Well, I could,” Violet said. “But I thought I would draw those jagged rocks over there.” She pointed¹¹ across the lake. “You know, it looks as though there might be something written on them.”

“Goodness, you’re right,” Aunt Jane said, shading her eyes to see better.

Jessie, Henry, and Benny looked too. They saw some faint reddish brown letters painted on the rocks.

“We’re too far away to read what those letters say. Maybe we could canoe closer to the rocks right after lunch,” Jessie said.

“I don’t think we should try to push ourselves too hard today,” Aunt Jane said. “We had a long day yesterday.”

“I agree,” Henry said. “Let’s just relax on our own private island. We can go see those rocks later this afternoon. They’re on the way to our next campsite.”

The Aldens and Aunt Jane finished the last of their picnic lunch. After they had cleaned up, Violet got her sketch pad and drew. Henry read his book of Sherlock Holmes mystery stories. Jessie and Benny tossed the ball back and forth¹² with Aunt Jane.

It was mid-afternoon when Aunt Jane and the Aldens got back in their canoes. They soon reached the jagged rocks.

“Hold the canoe steady,” Henry said to Violet, who sat behind him paddling. She stopped and planted her paddle in the water.

Henry adjusted his binoculars¹³ and looked through them for a long time. Or at least it seemed long to the others.

“Can you read it?” Jessie finally asked from the other canoe. She had pulled her boat very close to Henry’s.

“I think it says KEEP OUT,” Henry answered, still looking through the binoculars. “Someone wrote that sign with red spray paint.”

“May I take a look?” Violet asked.

Henry handed her the binoculars.

“Yes, it definitely says, KEEP OUT,” Violet said. “There’s also a drawing of a skull¹⁴ and crossbones near the sign.”

“Do you think it means keep off the rocks, or off the lake?” Benny asked.

“It could mean the rocks,” Henry said. “But I have a feeling, it means stay off the lake.”

“Well, that’s our third warning since we left,” Aunt Jane said grimly. No one could argue.