"All right. Come along, then. Stick close to me. I'm goin' to show you the lay. Wait. We'll go around the car here, so we can see that this bimbo is still tied up tight."
After a quick glance at the prisoner, Jake led Whitey across the road and off to the left.
The ground was level and gravelly.
"Easy now, Whitey," said Jake. "Stop here. Now, listen." Jake stopped, found a stone, and tossed it ahead of him. The bit of rock did not strike ground. Whitey Shane listened in astonishment. Seconds seemed to pass; then came a soft splash from interminable depths.
"What's out there?" asked Whitey.
"A straight drop," declared Jake Michener. "Eighty feet down — and a hundred feet of water after that. A hundred feet if it's an inch."
"A hundred feet of water!"
"Sure. We're at the top of an old quarry. You can see it in the daytime, comin' up the road. A straight edge of rock, stickin' straight up in the air."
"The quarry ain't been worked for years. It's loaded with water, and the water's there to stay."
"I get you. We'll chuck this guy over — "