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our book. Maybe there will be a clue to help us with our mission.”
    Jack ran the rest of the way to their room. He opened the door and stopped. “Oh, no,” he said. “I … don’t … believe … it.”
    Annie caught up to Jack and peered into the room. “Oh, Barry,” she said.
    Barry was sitting on the floor, wagging his tail. Paper was hanging from his mouth.
    “He
ate
our Alps book,” said Jack, stunned. “He
ate
it!”
    All around the room were bits and pieces of paper. Jack started collecting the pieces, but it was hopeless. Most of the book was in Barry’sstomach. “I really don’t believe this,” said Jack.
    “Bad dog, Barry!” yelled Annie.
    Barry stopped wagging his tail. He lowered his head.
    “Bad,” said Annie sternly. “Bad, bad, bad!”

    Barry kept his head low and wiggled his way toward the door. Then he stood up, and with his tail drooping, he slunk out of the room.
    Jack flopped down on his bed and stared at the ceiling. “There’s no hope now,” he said. “We’ll never read about flora and fauna in the Alps or about Napoléon or anything. I feel like we’ll never figure out this mission or save Penny.”
    Annie sat next to him. “I’m sorry,” she said.
    “It’s not your fault,” said Jack.
    “Well, I shouldn’t have offered to train Barry,” said Annie. “We should have studied the book when you wanted to.”
    Jack shook his head. “Whatever,” he said. “I just don’t know what to do next. We can’t go home yet. We can’t give up. We have to save Penny.”
    “I know, I know,” said Annie. “Maybe we should just go outside and walk around. Get some fresh air. Want to?”
    “I guess,” said Jack. He picked up his bag and sighed. “Maybe if we just walk around, we’ll think of something.”
    “Let’s find Barry first,” said Annie.
    “Why?” said Jack. “So he can ‘help’ us some more?”
    “No, I just want to make sure he’s okay,” said Annie. “I feel kind of bad for yelling.”
    Jack and Annie headed out of the room and down the hall.
    “Barry!” Annie called.
    There was no sign of him.
    “I wonder where he went,” Annie said. “Barry!”
    “When he comes, just don’t tell him he’s a good dog,” said Jack.
    They passed the dining hall and looked inside. “Barry?” Annie called. But the room was empty.
    Jack and Annie kept walking, until they got to the parlor. “Barry?” Annie called, peering in. But that room was empty, too.
    Jack felt a cold wind blowing. It grew colder as he and Annie kept walking down the hallway, heading for the front door.
    “Barry!” Annie called.
    The whole monastery felt quiet and empty and cold. Jack andAnnie were both shivering by the time they reached the front hall.
    “I wonder where—
Oh, no!
” said Annie. “Look!” She pointed to the front door. It was open. “We must not have closed the door hard enough and the wind blew it open! Barry must have gotten out!”
    Annie rushed outside. “Barry! Barry!”
    “Oh, man,” said Jack. He hurried out into the cold, too. “Barry! Barry!”
    The only sound they heard was the wind whistling over the pass. The only sight was snow flying through the air.
    “He’s run away!” wailed Annie. “I know it!”
    “Barry!” Jack called.
    “He’ll get lost!” said Annie. “Brother Michael said he should never run loose—he’ll get lost and never find his way home!”
    “He couldn’t have gone far,” said Jack. “Don’t panic. We’ll find him.”
    Jack and Annie began wandering through the cold, shouting, “Barry! Barry!”
    Gusts of wind blew over the pass, swirling the snow around them.
    “Barry! Barry!” they called.
    Jack kept expecting to see the big dog bounding through the white powder. How could he just disappear?
    “I don’t know what to do,” Annie said, hugging herself. They both stopped walking. They were shivering in their robes, and their teeth chattered.
    “Maybe we should go back and look through the monastery