“catastrophe. What if they couldn’t find Aunt Lizzie? What if Harriet Hadley had disappeared for another hundred years? They picked their way along the trail, leading to the cedar grove where they hoped to find Cenozo. Before they reached the grove, a loud bellow brought them skidding to a stop and an alligator scout shot out of the grasses. His jaws gaped, and a threatening hiss came from between his jagged teeth. The war had made anybody with two legs the enemy. “Wait!” Pete”