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spent of lot of time lying on his bunk reading comic books or sports novels, and Riley’d noticed that he always made a point of eating his vegetables and drinking all his milk.
    “That was close,” Eldon said. “I thought that last ball was gone.”
    “Me too, and I was right there.” Riley shook his head. “I almost collided with Vinnie.”
    Eldon let out his breath in a huff. “Vinnie,” he said with a bit of disgust. “These guys are
so
full of themselves. Vinnie, Barry, Hernando—they act like they own the camp or something.”
    Riley just shrugged. He could see that for himself, but it didn’t seem like a good idea to bring it up.
    Eldon stopped walking and grabbed Riley’s arm. “Don’t tell them I said nothing.”
    “I wouldn’t.”
    “I mean, they aren’t
so
bad. Just, you know … Believe me, Barry doesn’t have a girlfriend. No way.”
    “I didn’t figure he did,” Riley said. “But I didn’t feel like getting beat up the other night if I said anything.”
    “That
he could do.” Eldon picked up a small stone. “Think I could hit the lake from here?”
    Riley looked down the hill. They were about eighty yards above the path that he’d taken on Saturday night when he walked around the lake alone. “Doubt it.”
    “I’ll give it a shot anyway.” Eldon ran a couple of steps forward and flung the stone as far as he could. It reached the line of trees but fell quite a bit short of the water.
    “Not bad,” Riley said.
    “Maybe if I used a heavier rock.” But Eldon didn’t look for another. He rubbed his shoulder instead. “Maybe not … So what are we doing?”
    “Now?”
    “Yeah,” Eldon said. “We got at least an hour to kill before dinner.”
    “I don’t know. Could check out the Trading Post again.”
    “I been there ten times. You buy me a candy bar?”
    “Okay.” Riley reached into his pocket and felt for the dollar bill he kept there. That would get two candy bars. He could spare it.
    But then they saw Barry walking toward them, waving his arms. “Get over here!” he called.
    “What’s up?” Eldon yelled back.
    “We’ve been sabotaged! Get your butts to the cabin.”
    Eldon broke into a run and Riley followed.
    The inside of the cabin looked like something out of a horror movie. Green slime was dripping down the walls, and socks and T-shirts had been pulled from some of the lockers and thrown around the cabin. A pile of garbage—greasy napkins, corncobs, banana peels—was sitting on top of Barry’s sleeping bag. And on the wall above Vinnie’s bunk were the words GET OUT in black writing.
    “Ghosts?” Eldon asked.
    “Idiots,” Barry said. “It had to be those jerks from Cabin Four.”
    “What about that slime?” Patrick asked, pointing to the wall. “It looks like ectoplasm!”
    Barry stepped over and rubbed the green stuff with a finger. He sniffed it and gave out a humorless laugh. “Shampoo,” he said. “Apple or lime, I believe. And that”—he pointed to the GET OUT notation—“was written with a burnt stick. There’s ghosts in this cabin—I’m not denying that—but this is plain old bad blood.”
    “So what are we gonna do about it?” Hernando said, pounding his fist into his hand.
    Barry gave Hernando a sinister look, then smiled thoughtfully. “Bide our time. Act like we have no idea how this could have happened. We’ll get even and then some. Just let me think it over for a few days.”
    Barry looked around at the walls, then pointed to Rileyand Eldon. “You two twerps!” he said. “Hit the Larry and bring back some wet paper towels. Some dry ones, too.”
    They started straightening up the cabin. It didn’t take long. Barry hung his sleeping bag over a fence railing in the sunlight to rid it of the trash smell, and Eldon wiped the sooty message off the wall.
    “Not a word to anybody,” Barry said. “Not even the counselors. We’ll handle this in our own way, and it
will
be sweet.”
    “We should wait until they’re