“It must have been covered over for a long time. I’ve never seen it before.”
“Why don’t we explore it some day?”
“Not a bad idea.” Hank’s eyes were still glued to the hillside. “You can hardly see it from here,” he said. “The rocks cover it up completely.”
“A good place for an ambush—if there were any Indians around,” Sandy commented.
“Or a hiding place,” Mike suggested.
Hank glanced at them with amusement. “You fellows sure have lively imaginations.”
“Well, you see,” Mike explained seriously, “we live such dull lives. Nothing ever happens to us.”
Hank laughed. “All right,” he said, “let’s give you a little action. Still want that goat?”
“Is he still around?” Sandy asked wonderingly. “After all that noise?”
“You mean the goat we spotted up on the peak? Oh no! He lit out for Canada soon as he heard you two tearing that mountain apart. But he’s not the only billy in these hills. How about it?” He looked at them closely. “Or are you still a little shaky?”