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Authors: K. C. Dyer
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boulders. Looking above the tide line on the sand, Darrell noticed many footprints criss-crossing each other, blurry and indistinct in the grey light of early morning.
She bent down to study them more closely when Delaney gave a short bark. Darrell looked over to see he was pawing at a small white plastic container, about the size and shape of a shoebox, that had fallen over onto the sand. She ran over to find a whole stack of similar boxes crammed in between two of the large boulders. If the top box had not fallen out of its place, Darrell would have never noticed them, as they were covered with camouflage netting and were almost completely hidden from view.
Darrell looked into the box that was tipped over on the beach. It was filled with dozens of compact disc cases and a sealed bag of what looked like computer components. She sat back on her heels and thought for a moment.
âThereâs something going on here thatâs bigger than crab poaching, Delaney,â she said thoughtfully. Looking again to see that no one was around, she turned back and stepped slowly along the face of therock wall. Near the tide line, where the water lapped the shore, Darrell found what she was looking for. The cleft in the rock wall was very narrow, and Darrell reached her arm inside to see if there would be room to slide into it. To her surprise, she felt nothing with her arm except open air. She squeezed around the corner and found that the cleft opened up into a cave. It was not very bright, lit only through a crack in the rock face above.
Darrell peered out the entrance of the cave and discovered that she had a perfect view of the little protected cove and the stash of boxes on the beach. She looked delightedly at the dog.
âThis is it, Delaney! This is our way of catching Connie at whatever heâs up to.â She ruffled the dogâs fur and then gave him the signal for
Stay
she had been practicing with him over the past few weeks. Delaney dropped to the sand and wriggled contentedly, his head in his paws. He looked up at her, raising alternating eyebrows.
She dropped to her knees in the sand and opened her backpack. Inside, among her art supplies, she found the small camera that she used for taking landscape pictures. She also grabbed a small flashlight. It was dark and dank in the cave, and she wasnât sure she wanted to know if anything lived inside.
As Darrell slipped her camera and flashlight into her pocket she noticed the medieval woodcut print tuckedin the side of her pack. She slid it into her pocket to look at later and ran up the beach to find a fallen branch on the sand. Walking quickly backwards down the beach with the branch dragging behind her, she carefully obliterated her footprints.
She poked her head around the corner of the cave, and Delaney sat up in his spot.
âGood dog, Delaney!â Darrell fed him some of the dry dog food in her pack as a reward for his long stay. She dropped the cedar branch behind her on the sandy floor of the cave. In the distance she heard the roar of a motor. She checked her watch: 6:20 A.M .
Silently she readjusted her position, carefully stretching each leg before returning to her spot in the sand. Her biggest worry right now was the light. âNext time, Iâll have to bring Kate,â she muttered under her breath. Darrellâs camera was the simple single-action, point-and-shoot variety. Kate had a great digital camera with some kind of special ability to take pictures in near-darkness. Her expertise with digital photography would have been helpful, though Darrell was doubtful of Kateâs ability to rise this early. She clicked off the flash button and leaned against the clammy rock face inside the cave. The air felt dank and still.
Delaney lay quietly on the sand. His wet nose touched her ankle, and she bent to give him a reassuringpat. She looked into his brown eyes and felt happy for his company.
A gentle beam of light slid through the
She bent down to study them more closely when Delaney gave a short bark. Darrell looked over to see he was pawing at a small white plastic container, about the size and shape of a shoebox, that had fallen over onto the sand. She ran over to find a whole stack of similar boxes crammed in between two of the large boulders. If the top box had not fallen out of its place, Darrell would have never noticed them, as they were covered with camouflage netting and were almost completely hidden from view.
Darrell looked into the box that was tipped over on the beach. It was filled with dozens of compact disc cases and a sealed bag of what looked like computer components. She sat back on her heels and thought for a moment.
âThereâs something going on here thatâs bigger than crab poaching, Delaney,â she said thoughtfully. Looking again to see that no one was around, she turned back and stepped slowly along the face of therock wall. Near the tide line, where the water lapped the shore, Darrell found what she was looking for. The cleft in the rock wall was very narrow, and Darrell reached her arm inside to see if there would be room to slide into it. To her surprise, she felt nothing with her arm except open air. She squeezed around the corner and found that the cleft opened up into a cave. It was not very bright, lit only through a crack in the rock face above.
Darrell peered out the entrance of the cave and discovered that she had a perfect view of the little protected cove and the stash of boxes on the beach. She looked delightedly at the dog.
âThis is it, Delaney! This is our way of catching Connie at whatever heâs up to.â She ruffled the dogâs fur and then gave him the signal for
Stay
she had been practicing with him over the past few weeks. Delaney dropped to the sand and wriggled contentedly, his head in his paws. He looked up at her, raising alternating eyebrows.
She dropped to her knees in the sand and opened her backpack. Inside, among her art supplies, she found the small camera that she used for taking landscape pictures. She also grabbed a small flashlight. It was dark and dank in the cave, and she wasnât sure she wanted to know if anything lived inside.
As Darrell slipped her camera and flashlight into her pocket she noticed the medieval woodcut print tuckedin the side of her pack. She slid it into her pocket to look at later and ran up the beach to find a fallen branch on the sand. Walking quickly backwards down the beach with the branch dragging behind her, she carefully obliterated her footprints.
She poked her head around the corner of the cave, and Delaney sat up in his spot.
âGood dog, Delaney!â Darrell fed him some of the dry dog food in her pack as a reward for his long stay. She dropped the cedar branch behind her on the sandy floor of the cave. In the distance she heard the roar of a motor. She checked her watch: 6:20 A.M .
Silently she readjusted her position, carefully stretching each leg before returning to her spot in the sand. Her biggest worry right now was the light. âNext time, Iâll have to bring Kate,â she muttered under her breath. Darrellâs camera was the simple single-action, point-and-shoot variety. Kate had a great digital camera with some kind of special ability to take pictures in near-darkness. Her expertise with digital photography would have been helpful, though Darrell was doubtful of Kateâs ability to rise this early. She clicked off the flash button and leaned against the clammy rock face inside the cave. The air felt dank and still.
Delaney lay quietly on the sand. His wet nose touched her ankle, and she bent to give him a reassuringpat. She looked into his brown eyes and felt happy for his company.
A gentle beam of light slid through the
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