Treasure on Superstition Mountain by Elise Broach (English) Paperback Book

Description: Treasure on Superstition Mountain by Elise Broach Returning to Superstition Mountain, the Barker brothers, along with their friend Delilah, soon find themselves entangled in more danger and mystery as they uncover a treasure. Illustrations. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description Even though Henry Barker and his two brothers learned firsthand that the urban legend about danger on nearby Superstition Mountain wasnt just a myth, this doesnt stop them from planning their return. Along with their friend Delilah, the Barker brothers soon find themselves entangled in more danger and mystery as they uncover a real treasure, but the discovery comes at a very big price--they barely survive an avalanche. The question remains--is someone after them, or is the mountain seeking revenge? Treasure on Superstition Mountain is the second book in Elise Broachs Superstition Mountain series. Author Biography Elise Broach lives with her family in rural Connecticut, where she writes books for children and teens, including "When Dinosaurs Came With Everything", "Shakespeares Secret "and "Wet Dog!", and serves in town government. Visit Elise at Review Quote With the unusual setting, the lure of mystery and adventure, and a certain innocence reminiscent of the Boxcar Children series, this story should find a ready audience. Excerpt from Book CHAPTER 1 THE SURPRISE IN THE BACKPACK "CAREFUL! She might hear you." Henry glanced at his open bedroom door, but there was no sign of their mother lurking in the hallway. He and his brothers were clustered in front of the closet, where Delilahs neon pink backpack had been stowed for two entire weeks, untouched. How hed managed to accomplish that still astonished Henry. Simon and Jack were dying to see what he and Delilah had found on Superstition Mountain, and Henry was dying to show it to them. But after the hullabaloo of their adventure-their forbidden trip up the mountain to retrieve the three skulls on the ledge in the canyon; Delilah falling and breaking her leg; Henry staying behind with her while Simon and Jack went for help; finding the ancient saddlebag with the map and pouch of coins, the mysterious gunshot, and Henrys discovery of a small, secret canyon-they had to be extra careful not to arouse the suspicion of their parents. Officially, they were grounded for two weeks … which meant there was no escaping Mrs. Barkers watchful eye. Simon pointed out that while it was not a particularly imaginative punishment for flouting the warning to stay off the mountain, it wasnt an unreasonable one either. Henry was just glad their parents hadnt said a month. Anyway, the timing was good, since Delilahs mother was sufficiently unnerved by Delilahs injury to have whisked her away to her grandparents condo complex in Tucson, which, according to Delilah, couldnt have been more safe or boring. She and Henry had talked on the phone twice since she left. "Dont show Simon and Jack what we found in the saddlebag," shed begged. "I want to be there. Cant you wait till I get back?" So despite the impatient demands of his brothers, Henry had promised to save the backpacks revelations for Delilahs return. And now here it was Monday afternoon. Delilah was home again, off crutches, in a new walking cast, and coming over momentarily. And, hooray! They werent grounded anymore. "But cant you just show us the coins?" Jack complained, more softly this time. "You said theyre just like the ones Uncle Hank collected in his coin box. Delilah wont care if you do that." Hank Cormody, for whom Henry was named, had been their fathers favorite uncle-a cattle-wrangling, gambling, hard-living former U.S. Cavalry scout with a taste for adventure that Henry longed to find an echo of in himself. The Barkers had inherited his house here in the strange little town of Superstition, Arizona, a few months ago, when Uncle Hank died after a very long and eventful life. Jack leaned forward on his knees, tugging the backpack out from the closets morass of shoes, board games, and balls. Jack was six, but he was almost as big as Henry, who was ten, and far bolder. Simon was eleven, full of interesting ideas, and given to concocting schemes and issuing orders. Henry was the imaginative, bookish one. He got along with everybody and liked to use big words (though not always exactly the right way). "No, Jack," Henry repeated. "I promised Delilah." Jack groaned and turned to Simon for support, but luckily, since Henry had been the one to carry the backpack down the mountain, even Simon seemed willing to defer to him. "We can wait," Simon said. "Shell be here any minute." So they sat on the floor of Henrys room, with the sun streaming through the window and a feeling gathering in the air of something about to happen. The craggy bluffs and peaks of Superstition Mountain huddled ominously right outside. Just then they heard the doorbell and, a moment later, their mothers voice, welcoming Delilah into the house. "Oh, honey! Look at your leg. How are you doing? Are you getting used to walking with the cast?" Henry jumped up and ran to the bedroom door. "Were back here!" he called. Delilah appeared, clunking unevenly on her white cast, brown braids slapping her shoulders. Henry, who hadnt seen her since that strange, scary night in the canyon, felt suddenly shy. But Delilah thumped eagerly into the bedroom, grinning at all of them. "Hey," she said. "Wow!" Jack stared at her cast. "Cool!" He knocked on it with his fist. "Jack," Simon said, "her legs broken! Dont pound on it." "Thats okay," Delilah said. "I cant feel anything." "It doesnt hurt?" Henry asked. He thought of Delilah cringing in pain on the canyon floor, her bruised, cut leg propped awkwardly in front of her. "Nope," Delilah answered cheerfully. "Its like walking around on a block of wood." "Like a pirate!" Henry exclaimed. "A peg-leg pirate. Like in Peter Pan ." Henry remembered books he had read as vividly as if he had lived through them, as if their characters and events had been part of his real life. "Yeah, like that," Delilah agreed. "Except I cant take it off and bonk people over the head with it." Jack grabbed a handful of markers from Henrys desk drawer and squatted next to Delilahs cast. "Can we draw on it?" Henry noticed that, unlike the casts of kids at school, this one wasnt covered in colorful cartoons and flowers and messages. It had a few shaky cursive signatures running across it and one "Get well soon!" That was it. "Sure," Delilah said. She sat down and propped the cast in front of them. "My grandparents signed it, and some of the old people they play cards with, but they just wrote regular stuff." Jack eagerly set to work, brandishing a blue marker as if it were a spear. Simon rolled his eyes. "Dont draw something dumb, Jack," he said, but Henry could tell he wanted to write on the cast too. Delilah held her foot still while Jack printed his name in crooked letters and drew big arrows around it. "What are the arrows for?" Simon asked. "They make it look good," Jack replied. "Like my name is FLYING." Simon smirked and proceeded to sign his name boldly in black. He drew a skull and crossbones next to it. "Ha!" Delilah said. "Like the skulls in the canyon." Henry sighed. Why didnt he think of that? Simon always had the best ideas. Henry wrote his name carefully in green, then made a neat paw print for Josie. Delilah smiled. "Aw … Josie. Where is she?" "Probably outside," Henry said, "hunting something." Josie had managed to catch a ground squirrel last week and had carried its tiny carcass to the back deck in triumph, held gingerly in her mouth the way she transported all her most prized possessions, from squeaky cat toys to the crunched wads of paper she liked to pilfer from the wastebasket. Shed set the dead squirrel proudly in front of the sliding glass doors for all to see. "Ugh!" their father had protested at the time. "That puts me off my dinner." Their mother had calmly scooped it up and dumped it in the garbage can. "Cats are predators. Shes just following her natural instincts," she said. Now, in the early mornings and evenings, they often saw Josie stalking across the yard, clearly hoping for a repeat of her good fortune. "Okay, okay," Simon said impatiently, gathering the markers and tossing them back into the desk drawer. "Can we finally look in the backpack? I want to see the coins and this map youve been telling us about. Weve been waiting forever." "You really didnt show them?" Delilah asked Henry in surprise. Henry blinked. "I told you I wouldnt." "I know, but I figured you were just saying that to make me feel better." Delilah pulled her backpack smugly into her lap. "Good! Now we can all look at them together." Jack bounced on his knees. "Show us! Show us!" "Keep it down," Simon warned. "Momll come." He quietly closed the bedroom door. Henry looked at Delilah. "Now?" She nodded, patting the pockets until she located the one where Henry had placed the map and coin pouch that theyd found two weeks ago in the old leather saddlebag on the canyon floor. Carefully, she took out the small brown sack with the coins in it. She cupped it in her palm for a moment, then passed it to Henry. "You do it," she said. The pouch felt heavy and lumpy in Henrys hand. He untied the rawhide string and tugged open the fragile neck of the sack, sending a shower of dust and leather fragments onto the stretch of carpet between them. "That looks OLD," Jack commented. Henry reached in and pinched a coin between his fingers. Its surface was cold to the touch. He drew it from inside the bag. Simon took it from him and scrutinized it in the sunlight. "Look … it is the same. Just like the ones from Uncle Hanks coin collection." "It has the guy with the long hair and the girly ribbon!" Jack crowed. He grabbed the pouch from Henry and turned it upside down, shaking it, "Lets see how many coins there are." Coin after Details ISBN1250039908 Author Elise Broach Publisher Square Fish Series Superstition Mountain Mysteries Language English Illustrator Antonio Javier Caparo ISBN-10 1250039908 ISBN-13 9781250039903 Media Book Format Paperback DEWEY FIC Series Number 2 Year 2014 Short Title TREAS ON SUPERSTITION MOU-BK02 Pages 280 Illustrations Yes Publication Date 2014-03-20 Audience Age 8-12 Audience Children/Juvenile We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:137313468;

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