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“One...”

Cam quickly turned around. She pressed the garage door button.

“Two...”

The garage door opened.

“Three.”

Cam and Eric blew the whistles hard. Janet could hardly hear the sounds the whistles made. But she knew what kind of whistles they were.

“Get the bones!” Janet yelled. “Get the bones before some dog comes and runs off with them.”

She opened the door to the house. The Milkman picked up as many of the bones as he could carry.

“Quick, Eric!” Cam said. “Crawl under the table.”

Chapter Eight

Cam and Eric crawled under the table and ran out of the garage. A big brown dog and two smaller dogs ran past them toward the garage.

Cam and Eric ran around the milk truck to the bicycles. Eric tried to open the lock. He turned the dial a few times.

“Hurry!” Cam said.

“I can’t remember the combination.”

Cam closed her eyes. She said, “Click.” Then she thought for a moment.

Inside the house there was a noise. Someone was coming out.

“It’s four, eighteen, thirty-six,” Cam said.

Eric turned the knob. The lock opened. Cam and Eric got on their bicycles just as the Milkman ran out of the house.

“Stop!” he yelled.

“Let’s go!” Cam said to Eric.

Cam looked both ways. No cars were coming. She quickly rode across the street. Eric followed her.

Just as they got across the street, they heard the door of the milk truck open and shut. The engine started.

Cam pedaled hard. As she pedaled, her bicycle made a loud clicking sound. She tried to keep pedaling, but she couldn’t. The kickstand was in the way.

Cam got off her bicycle. Eric stopped, too. He came over to help.

“Hurry. The truck’s coming,” Cam said.

Eric pushed the kickstand back into place. They both got back on their bicycles.

Cam started pedaling again. The bicycle made a clicking sound, but not as loud as before.

Cam turned quickly and looked behind her. Eric was pedaling hard. And the milk truck was right behind Eric.

Cam pedaled as hard as she could. The clicking sound became louder again, but Cam kept pedaling. She signaled and turned the corner. Eric followed her.

“Screech!”

“Honk! Honk!”

Cam stopped pedaling and turned to see what was happening. A car had turned the corner right in front of the milk truck. Both the driver of the car and the Milkman had slammed on their brakes.

“This is our chance,” Cam told Eric.

Cam and Eric were riding on a busy street now. There were stores on both sides of the street.

Cam saw a narrow path on the side of a candy store. She rode down the path to the back of the store. Eric followed her.

“Good thinking,” Eric said once they had stopped their bicycles. “When the Milkman turns the corner, he won’t be able to find us.”

Cam got off her bicycle. Then she told Eric, “You stay here and watch the bikes. I’m going inside to call the museum.”

There was only one telephone in the store. A large man was using it. Cam opened the telephone book and looked for the museum’s number.

“Do you have any shirts on sale?” the man was saying into the telephone. “Yes ... Extra-large... I want a sky-blue shirt. But not a rainy day sky-blue. It should be a sunny day sky-blue.”

Cam found the museum’s number. She looked at it and said, “Click.” Then she took a coin from her pocket and waited to use the phone.

“... and I need a green shirt,” the man said into the telephone. “But not grass-green. It should be more like a traffic-light green ...”

Eric came into the store. “I saw the milk truck. It rode right past me. The Milkman and Janet Tyler looked angry, but they didn’t see me or the bicycles.”

The man said, “Thank you very much.” He hung up and left the booth.

Cam said,
“Click,”
to help her remember the museum’s number. Then she dialed.

“Hello,” Cam said into the telephone. “I’d like to speak to the director.”

She waited.

“This is Jennifer Jansen,” Cam said. “I’m the girl who was found hiding in the dinosaur room after the museum closed.”

Cam told the director about the Milkman, Janet Tyler, and the dinosaur bones. She also told him the name and address of the candy store. “Yes, we’ll wait here for you,” Cam said, and then she hung up.

“The museum director is coming,” Cam told Eric. “He said that after we left, he went to the dinosaur room. He looked at the skeletons and saw that some bones were missing. He said we should wait in front of the store with our bicycles. When he gets here, he’ll follow us to the house.”

Chapter Nine

Cam and Eric went behind the store to get their bicycles. Eric started turning the dial on the lock.

“Do you remember the combination?” Cam asked.

“Sure, I only forgot the last time because we were in such a hurry.”

As Eric was turning the dial, Cam laughed and said, “You know, I don’t think any dog would really be interested in those dinosaur bones. They’re too old.”

Cam and Eric walked their bicycles to the front of the candy store. They waited for the museum director.

Soon a car drove up and stopped in front of the store. The car was just like the museum exhibits—very old. The director was at the wheel. He waved to Cam and Eric. They got on their bicycles. The director followed them in his car to the small brick house with the white wooden fence. The milk truck was in the driveway again.

“This is it,” Cam told the director.

“You don’t have to worry about the bones,” the director said. “Since I know Janet stole them, she can’t bury the bones and pretend to discover them. The bones are no good to her any more, so I’m sure she’ll give them back without any trouble.”

The museum director got out of his car. “Of course, she’ll lose her job and I’ll have to report her and her friend to the police. But they should have known that could happen when they took the bones.”

The museum director shook hands with Cam and Eric. “I want to thank both of you for all your help,” he said. “Before you go, you must tell me how you knew that some bones were missing. I pass those skeletons all the time, and I didn’t notice anything.”

Cam explained, “The last time I was at the museum, I took a picture of the dinosaur skeleton. When I looked at the picture, I knew some bones were missing.”

“But our guards don’t let anyone take photographs in the museum.”

“Cam’s camera is different,” said Eric. “She doesn’t need film or a flash. Cam’s camera is her memory.”

The director smiled. “Well, we certainly won’t stop your memory from taking photographs.” He buttoned his jacket, and then he asked, “Can you take one of me?”

Cam laughed. Then she looked straight at the museum director and said,
“Click.”