"You hear that, guys?" Jack said mockingly.
"She's onto you."
"Come on, enough chitchat," Richard said.
"Let's pack up and get out of here."
Anger flashed across Jack's handsome face.
"I'm the one who makes the decisions around here," he growled. "Get those cages into the truck. I'll make our guest comfortable."
While Piker and Richard started carrying cages out of the cabin, he took some rope and tied Nancy's wrists behind her back, then tugged her toward a door in the comer of the room.
"Hey, Prof," he called, shoving it open, "here's some company for you."
Trainey was sitting on the floor of the small storeroom, his hands tied behind his back. His face was caked with dried blood from a gash on his forehead. "Are you all right?" she asked as Jack pushed her down beside him.
He nodded. "I'm sorry they got you, too,"
he said in a low voice.
"I'm sorry we got either of you," Jack cut in.
"I don't like complications. I did my best to convince you to stay out of our way. But you wouldn't listen, so you have to pay the price."
Keep him talking, Nancy told herself. "How did you manage to steal so many marmots?"
"Easy!" Jack bragged. "I had Piker and Richard steal some cages, then I got a printout of the transmitter signals. I knew the counts were done in the afternoon, so we started trapping right after dark on Tuesday and worked all night. We hauled them up here and removed the transmitters long before the col- lege crowd was even awake."
"You missed Spike," Nancy commented.
"Spike," Jack spat out. "That friend of yours is really something. She is cute, though, I've got to give her that."
Nancy wanted to punch him.
Just then Piker and Richard returned for more cages. As they gathered up a second load, Professor Trainey asked, "Why did you try to kill Brad?"
Jack scowled. "I didn't," he said, robbing the scar on the back of his hand. "All I wanted to do was discourage him, so I rigged the stove."
"But you were giving a slide show during the time it was sabotaged," Nancy said.
Jack gave her a self-satisfied smile. "Hey, that's right. I guess I didn't do it after all!"
Nancy thought quickly. "Alicia used the stove to make hot chocolate at about six- thirty, and Brad came on duty at seven-thirty.
So the stove had been rigged by then."
Jack leaned back against the door frame.
"You're pretty good. Nancy. But you should have checked that out more. The narration for the show was taped. I started it, then slipped back to the campsite."
"Borrowing the professor's coat and hat was a nice touch, you've got to admit," he went on.
"If anyone saw me, they'd suspect it was him."
"Except for the fact that one of the time- lapse cameras caught you leaving the hut,"
Trainey said dryly. "The moment I
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