Look!" he said,
The gates to Scully's house were open and they could sec
a white van. It was th e van th ai had taken Golde n uway,
"Come on, Pletcher!" wh ispered Pizza. "Let's gt.'t your
horse back!"
She jumped down from the carriage and ran across the
road. Fletcher followed her. They saw two men climb down
from th e van and di sapp ear aro und the l-ack of Scully's house.
The gates were still open, so Fizza and Pletcher ran qui et ly into
th e driveway and went to where the van was.
"Golden!" wh ispered Fletcher. "Are you in there?"
They heard a loud kick from inside the van.
"He's in there;' smiled Pizza.
Fletcher started to pull on the back door.
"It's OK, boy, I'll get you out ;' he said.
At that moment the gates began to close. 1hey were going
to be locked in sid e! 1hen they heard an ugly little laugh .
"Did you lose something, kids?"
Pizza and Fletche r turned aro und to sec Rober t Scully
stand ing at his front door.
"Now, 1et me see," hc S'U.t . "0 ne: you'rc on my I; 11d. 'I'wo:
you're stealing my van. ) think you're breaki ng the law, do n't
you? Sho uld we see what the police th ink? I'll give them a call,
sho uld 1"
He pull ed his cell phon e from his top pocket. At th is
moment, th ey heard another laugh. l his time it was Billy. He
had his face pressed agains t the gate.
"I wouldn 't worry abo ut that, Mr. Scully!" he sho uted.
"They're already here!"
Fizza. Fletcher, and Scully listened. 'lhey heard the
un mistakable sound of a police car. As soon as it stopped,
the back door opened and Richard Mcintyre got out. He was