Sam and Ms. Juniper were the only ones from the History Club who didn’t lose it. “Toss me a blanket,” Sam shouted. “A heavy one.”
Ms. Juniper nodded. She found a dark heavy blanket. She rolled it up and tossed it to Sam.
Sam darted into the woods. In seconds, the orange light died down and was gone.
Egg, Gum, and I ran over to Sam. “What started this fire?” I asked.
Gum chuckled. “This might sound crazy,” he said, “but Anton and his two dork friends were setting up their camp right near here.”
“Normally, I’d be happy to see Anton and his goons in trouble,” Sam said. She stood up and dusted herself off. “But look at this.”
She was holding a long cable. The end of it was frayed. Bare wires stuck out in every direction. “Here’s your fire starter,” Sam said.
“An electrical cable?” Gum said. He reached out to grab it.
“Careful!” Sam said, pulling it away. “It might be alive still.”
Gum jumped back. “Okay then,” he said. “But I don’t think Lakota ghosts usually use electricity. It might still have been Anton.”
“No,” Sam said. “I think I know who put this here. And it wasn’t Anton. Follow me.”
Egg, Gum, and I followed as Sam kept her hands on the wire. She followed its trail as it wound under the leaves and twigs on the forest floor.
The cable led right back toward our campsite. Sam suddenly stopped just inside the trees. “Aha!” she said.
We gathered around. Ms. Juniper stood right behind and peeked over my head. “What is it?” she asked.
Sam put her hands on her hips. “It’s just what I thought,” she said. “A speaker.”
