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ghost.”
    When we reached the dog’s yard, he was tied in his usual spot. I took a picture of him and told Andrew what Heidi Kellogg at animal control had said. “I’m keeping a journal, too,” I said.
    Andrew watched as I offered food and water while the dog stayed as far away from me as he could get.
    â€œHow long have you been feeding him? ” Andrew asked as we watched the dog eat.
    â€œThis is the third day.”
    â€œDo you see the ghost now?” Andrew asked.
    â€œNo. Do you?”
    Andrew shook his head. “Maybe she won’t come around when there’s more than one of us here.” He sounded disappointed but I was relieved. I was worried enough about the dog who was chained to the tree; I didn’t need to worry about a dog ghost, too. If the collie kept away because of Andrew that was fine with me.
    â€œSomebody’s been mean to that dog,” Andrew said.
    â€œHow do you know?”
    â€œMost dogs, once you give them food, they warm right up. This is the third time you’ve brought him food, and he’s clearly hungry, but the dog still acts scared to be near you. He doesn’t trust you, even after you’ve fed him every day. I’ll bet someone beats him or hurts him somehow.”
    I swallowed the lump in my throat. I didn’t want to think about somebody hitting the dog, or worse.
    â€œWe should rescue him,” Andrew said.
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œIt doesn’t really help him that much to bring food and then leave him chained up like this, especially if the person who chains him is mean to him. It’s getting really cold at night now, and we’ll have snow soon. Animals need more food when it’s cold, and they need shelter. Who knows what happens to him at night when the owner comes home? We need to take him with us. We need to get him out of here.”
    â€œHow can we take him with us? I can’t even get close enough to pet him.”
    â€œYou will. If you keep bringing food every day and talking soft to him like you’re doing, he’ll learn that you aren’t going to hurt him, and eventually he’ll let you get close to him. When he does, we can unhook that chain and snap on a leash and take him away from here.”
    â€œThat would be stealing.”
    â€œWould it? Or would it be rescuing a dog who needs help? ”
    More than once in our long friendship, Andrew had talked me into doing something that got me in trouble. I picked up the empty pie tins. “As soon as I have a few more photos and journal entries,” I said, “I’ll call animal control back and give Heidi the exact address. She might take the dog away from his owner.”
    â€œAnd she might not. Somehow I don’t think a dog chained to a tree is high on the priority list of people who deal with murders, bank robberies, and abducted children.”
    â€œShe’s the animal control officer,” I said. “It’s her job to help animals.”
    â€œHe won’t starve to death as long as you keep feeding him,” Andrew said, “but without shelter he could freeze to death this winter.”
    â€œI’ll get Heidi or the sheriff out here before it turns that cold,” I said, but even to myself I didn’t sound sure. At this time of year, we often get sudden cold spells, where the temperature drops well below freezing. Last Halloween, Andrew and I had gone trick-or-treating in the snow.
    Andrew gave me his laser look. “Someone ought to save that dog,” he said.
    I knew he was really telling me that we were the someone, just as Mrs. Webster had said.

CHAPTER FOUR
    W e walked home in silence. My mind churned. Feeding the dog was one thing; actually taking him was a lot more serious. I knew what my mom would say about that, if she ever found out, and yet, I believed Andrew was right. Helping the dog was so important that if the only way to do it was to take him without permission,