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we’re finally someplace.” He ran his hand through his spiky brown hair. “Maybe we can pan for gold or something.” He snickered.
    He ignored the small crowd of campers and adults standing outside what appeared to be a large barn, the buildings old and weathered. “Although I gotta admit it doesn’t look like much.”
    Gavan swept his hat off as he helped Eleanora down the bus steps. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Ravenwyng. Dinner will be ready in a bit. After dinner, we will be meeting in the Lake Wannameecha Gathering Hall to go over cabin assignments, and tomorrow we’ll start our first full day of camp! Gather up your things and put them in the Hall for now. In the meantime . . . toilets are in that building there. One side is for the ladies, one for the gents. Ladies’ cottages are around the curve of the lake. Most, if not all, will be explained on the morrow!”
    Eleanora dusted herself off before heading away to the distant building, moving with a graceful, gliding step, her shoes hidden by the sweeping hem of her long skirt.
    â€œPlatforms,” muttered Bailey.
    â€œHmmm?”
    â€œPlatform shoes,” she added. “She walks funny, huh?”
    â€œOh.” Jason nodded.
    Bailey rubbed her nose. “Sounds like a good idea!” She dashed off after Eleanora and caught up with her, headed to the restrooms.
    Jason reached for his stuff and Bailey’s, nearly locking elbows with someone—again. As he pulled loose, the other grabbed his arm. The boy looked up, revealing a thin face, darkly intense blue eyes and curly hair that fell over one eyebrow. He smiled, and it lit up his dark eyes.
    â€œHeya,” the other said. “I’m Trent.”
    â€œJason.”
    â€œGlad you guys finally got here. We’ve been holding dinner.” Trent gave a lopsided grin.
    â€œYou look like you can’t afford to miss a meal.”
    â€œGot that right!” He hefted Bailey’s bag over his shoulder with a grunt. “This yours?”
    â€œNah. My friend Bailey’s. She went to the bathroom.”
    â€œFigures. Girls pack a ton. I had to throw out half the stuff my mom used to put in . . . when she was alive to pack.” Trent strode with him toward the Gathering Hall. He looked down at Jason’s leg, noticing the limp, then back up. “Broken leg, huh?”
    â€œSprain. Almost healed.”
    â€œNeat splits. Those plastic?”
    â€œSorta. You pump air into ’em. They’re lighter, softer.”
    â€œCool. Kinda geeky looking, but all right.”
    Jason looked up at the Hall door as they passed through. Someone had nailed a piece of wood, shaped rather like a lopsided and sideways figure eight, to it and painted it blue.
    Trent tapped the object. “That’s Lake Wannameecha.”
    â€œSeen it?”
    â€œNot yet. So you came in with the big kahuna, huh?” Without waiting for Jason to nod, he added, “I drove in with Crowfeather. He’s way cool, this Native American guide. Knows all sorts of stuff about wild-life.” He dropped his voice. “Camp’s not quite what they expected, seems. They just bought it. Bathroom’s in good shape, though.”
    â€œWhat’s wrong with it?”
    â€œSupposed to have been remodeled and updated. Only about half the work was done, I guess.”
    Inside, electric lights burned, but low and weak, with a wavery yellow light. Trent dropped his bundles near a neat stack. “This’s my stuff. Just park your stuff here, too.”
    Henry came chugging in, struggling with his things. Rich and Stefan were on his heels. Stefan smirked and said, “Let me help you with that, Squibb.”
    He reached out and tugged on the strap holding the bloated sleeping bag together. With a sharp yank, it came undone, exploding like a giant air bag. It all but swallowed Henry from sight. Suddenly blinded, Henry tripped and fell, skidding