A Secret Place
“So,” said Bernie, “there we were in this cave.”
“He loves caves,” Suzie said. “For some deep psychological reason.”
Bernie blushed. That hardly ever happens, and only with Suzie. “It turned out to be one of those caves that gets narrower and narrower. Pretty soon we were crawling along, me and Chet.”
I remembered that part. Bernie is one of those real slow crawlers.
“And then, way at that back, we saw a tiny chink of light – a cave with two openings, if you get the idea. We squeezed through this back opening and found ourselves high up on a steep rise, with sheer rocky walls on all sides and down below, completely in shadow, this miniature canyon, a square no bigger than half an acre or so. The kind of place that’s invisible except maybe from the air.”
“And there was something down there?” said Lt. Stine.
“Don’t rush me,” said Bernie.
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