THE GREEN TENT MYSTERY
AT SUGAR CREEK
THE GREEN TENT MYSTERY
AT SUGAR CREEK
by
PAUL HUTCHENS
Published by
SCRIPTURE PRESS
SCRIPTURE PRESS PUBLICATIONS, INC.
1825 College Avenue · Wheaton, Illinois
Contents
| Chapter | Page |
| 1 | 9 |
| 2 | 13 |
| 3 | 19 |
| 4 | 25 |
| 5 | 31 |
| 6 | 39 |
| 7 | 45 |
| 8 | 53 |
| 9 | 61 |
| 10 | 69 |
The Green Tent Mystery at Sugar Creek
Copyright, 1950, by
Paul Hutchens
All rights in this book are reserved. No part may be reproduced in any mannerwithout the permission in writing from the author, except brief quotations usedin connection with a review in a magazine or newspaper.
Printed in the United States of America
1
IT was the darkest summer night I ever saw—the night we accidentallystumbled onto a brand new mystery at Sugar Creek.
Imagine coming happily home with two of your best pals, carrying astring of seven fish, and feeling wonderful and proud and then, halfwayhome, when you are passing an old, abandoned cemetery, seeing a lightout there and somebody digging! All of a sudden you get a creepingsensation in your spine and your red hair under your straw hat startsto try to stand up—!
Well, that’s the way it started. Nobody in Sugar Creek had died andbeen buried in that old cemetery for years and years, and it was onlygood for wild strawberries to grow in and bumblebees to make theirnests in and barefoot boys to have their gang meetings in—and also totell ghost stories to each other in.
And yet, there it was, as plain as the crooked nose on Dragonfly’s thinface, or the short, wide nose on Poetry’s fat face, or the frecklednose on mine—an honest-to-goodness man or something, digging in thelight of a kerosene lantern. The lantern itself was standing besidethe tall tombstone of Sarah Paddler, Old M