and disappeared inside it.
Josh shook his head again and then followed Danny into the cool green shade on the other side. He didnât mind at all; he loved the woods. Persuading his twin to come with him was usually the problem. Danny normally preferred the pavement for his skateboard or the house for his computer games.
Some way into the wood, Danny was standing by a tall oak tree and staring up. âLook.â Hepointed high. âYouâve always said thatâs got to be an owlâs nest, havenât you?â
âYeahâwellâprobably,â Josh said. The large oval hole had formed naturally in the ancient wound of a broken off branch. It was the perfect size for a tawny owl. âBut I canât imagine Zac or Scott climbing up there, can you? They get nosebleeds if they go too high on our jungle gym!â
âWhat if itâs
not
Zac or Scott?â Danny said, his eyes shining. âWhat if itâs not a game? It could be for real!â
âWhat . . . hunt the marble and find your destiny?â Josh was unimpressed. With all the amazing S.W.I.T.C.H. adventures theyâd had over the past few weeks, âhunt the marbleâ was a bit of a comedown.
âWe just have to get up there,â Danny said. He was convinced heâd solved the clue and certain that something had been put up in the nest. âGive me a leg up!â
Josh frowned. âIf this was earlier in the year, I wouldnât help you. She could have owlets up thereâbut by now they should all be fledged.â He sighed, shook his head, and stooped over, leaning one shoulder against the trunk of the tree and knitting his fingers tightly into a foot sling to give his brother a boost. âYouâll never do it,â he warned. âItâs too high and there arenât any branches.â
Danny tried anyway. He was pretty fit and sporty and actually got halfway up the trunk toward the owl hole before he had to give up.There just wasnât enough to grab hold of. He slid back down, grazing his arms on the rough bark.
âThere
must
be a way!â he puffed as he landed with a thump on the soft woodland floor. He leaned against the trunk and peered at it. The bark ran like a frozen river of green and brown with a grooved pattern of deep ridges. Ants were trolling up and down it with no problem. If you were little it was a breeze!
âWaaaaiit!â breathed Danny, his eyes widening in excitement. âA lizard could get up there in seconds!â
Josh narrowed his eyes. âYouâre not thinking . . . ?â
âYes! Yes, I am!â Danny bounced up and down. âWe could borrow some Lizard S.W.I.T.C.H. spray, and I could get up there easily. Lizards are good at climbing, arenât they?â
âWell, yeah . . .â Josh said. âUsually . . . but . . .â
âAh, come on! Donât be a wuss!â Danny was already running back toward the hedgerow.
âNoâthatâs normally your job!â puffed Josh as he caught up and then shoved back through the prickly hedge. âWhat happened?â
âREPTOSWITCH happened!â chuckled Danny as they crossed the street and ran down the side passage to the back garden. âI was a DRAGON! Nothing eats a dragon!â
âWell, technically, you were a sand lizard,â argued Josh as Danny worked the loose plank by the compost heap away from the fence post. It opened up a gap they could go through into Pettyâs garden. âAnd as for what eats themâcats, dogs, foxes . . .â
But Danny was already through the gap and running for Pettyâs shed. Josh paused outside. He felt uneasy again. Not just because he knew Danny was doing something he shouldnâtâPetty would be furious if she found outâbut because he was getting that eerie feeling again. As if they were being watched. Was the person who had left them the marble hidden away nearby, peering at them? He