The Runaway Rescue
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Paul Hutchens
The late PAUL HUTCHENS, one of evangelical Christianity's most prolific authors, went to be with the Lord on January 23, 1977. Mr. Hutchens, an ordained Baptist minister, served as an evangelist and itinerant preacher for many years. Best known for his Sugar Creek Gang series, Hutchens was a 1927 graduate of Moody Bible Institute. He was the author of 19 adult novels, 36 books in the Sugar Creek Gang series, and several booklets for servicemen during World War II. Mr. Hutchens and his wife, Jane, were married 52 years. They had two children and four grandchildren.
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Sugar Creek Gang hear that some girl had run away from home. Who would have thought she'd be in Sugar Creek? Problem is, she's been bitten by rabies. The Gang soon finds themselves (especially Circus) in a narrow spot in the middle of a storm.This story has life-and-death adventures in it. I really like it.
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The Runaway Rescue - Paul Hutchens
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PREFACE
Hi—from a member of the Sugar Creek Gang!
It’s just that I don’t know which one I am. When I was good, I was Little Jim. When I did bad things—well, sometimes I was Bill Collins or even mischievous Poetry.
You see, I am the daughter of Paul Hutchens, and I spent many an hour listening to him read his manuscript as far as he had written it that particular day. I went along to the north woods of Minnesota, to Colorado, and to the various other places he would go to find something different for the Gang to do.
Now the years have passed—more than fifty, actually. My father is in heaven, but the Gang goes on. All thirty-six books are still in print and now are being updated for today’s readers with input from my five children, who also span the decades from the ’50s to the ’70s.
The real Sugar Creek is in Indiana, and my father and his six brothers were the original Gang. But the idea of the books and their ministry were and are the Lord’s. It is He who keeps the Gang going.
PAULINE HUTCHENS WILSON
1
It was a very lazy, sunshiny early summer afternoon, and I was sitting on the board seat of the big swing under the walnut tree, thinking more or less about nothing. I never dreamed that, before the week would pass, I’d be head over heels in the middle of the red shoe mystery.
My reddish brown mustached father had just climbed down our new extension ladder, which had the Collins name painted on it. He’d been checking the top of the swing to see how safe it was, and he said, Well, Son, you don’t need to worry. Everything up there is all right. Just don’t let the whole Sugar Creek Gang swing on it at one time.
He took the ladder down, slid the two sections of it together, and carried it toward our truck, which at the time was standing in the shade of the plum tree near the iron pitcher pump. There he lifted that ladder as if it was made of feathers instead of aluminum and laid it in the back of the truck. He was very proud either of our new ladder or of his powerful biceps. I couldn’t tell which.
He climbed into the truck’s cab then, started the motor, and began to drive toward the gate that leads out onto the gravel road.
Where you going with that ladder?
I called to him. He was just driving past the mailbox that had Theodore Collins
painted on it when he called back to me, One of our neighbors wants to borrow it for a few days.
With that, he was off down the road, a cloud of white dust following him.
I stood up on the board seat of the swing and pumped myself one- or two-dozen times and then sat down to coast, enjoying the feel of the wind in my face and the flapping of my shirt sleeves. Swinging like that gives a boy one of the finest feelings he can have—even if he hardly ever gets to have it very long if his folks are at home.
In fact, that very second Mom called from the east window of our house for me to come and help her with a little woman’s work. She wanted the house to have a good cleaning before she left for Memory City tomorrow to spend a week at my cousin Wally’s house.
It was while I was dusting the lower shelf of our lamp table that I noticed the birthday book in which Mom keeps a record of all the names and birthday dates of people she sends cards to every year. Just out of curiosity, I leafed through to see whose birthday would be coming soon and gasped in surprise when I saw Mom’s own name. Then I remembered her birthday was next Saturday, the day she would be coming home from Memory City.
That meant I’d better set my brain to working and think of something nice to get for her—something extra special.
Mom must have heard me gasp, because she looked up from the kitchen floor where she was spreading wax on the linoleum and said through the open door, Anything wrong?
I started whisking my dustcloth a little faster and whistling and hardly bothered to answer, saying with a half yawn, Oh, nothing. Just something I thought of.
And I watched for a chance to put the book back where it had been.
Anyway, it was while I was on my way Saturday afternoon to get a birthday present for Mom that Poetry and I stumbled onto the mystery—the red shoe mystery, that is.
The very special entirely different kind of gift I had decided on was up in the hills not far from Old Man Paddler’s cabin. We were trudging happily along when what to my wondering eyes should appear but somebody’s red leather slip-on shoe lying in the mud at the edge of the muskrat pond.
That spring-fed pond, as you may already know, is about halfway through the swamp. The sycamore tree and the mouth of the cave are at one end, and the woods near Old Man Paddler’s clapboard-roofed log cabin are at the other end.
Even from as far away from the shoe as I was at the time, which was about thirty feet, I could tell it wasn’t anybody’s old worn-out, thrown-away shoe. It looked almost new, as if it had been worn hardly at all. It had a low heel and was the kind and size a teenage girl might wear.
I was so surprised at what I was seeing that I stopped and stood stock-still, and Poetry, who was walking behind my red wagon in the path, bumped into it with his shins.
For a few seconds, Poetry staggered around trying to regain his lost balance. Then he lost it completely, upsetting the wagon at the same time, and scrambled, rolled, and slid down the slope toward the pond’s muddy bank. And also toward the red shoe.
What on earth!
his ducklike voice managed to squawk at me. Why don’t you let me know when you’re going to slam on your brakes like—
Look!
I exclaimed. Right behind you at the edge of the pond! There’s a red shoe. There’s been a murder or a kidnapping around here somewhere!
As soon as I said that,