CHAPTER 4Folsom Hollow was not markedly different from the five other cuplike depressions in the sloping mountain landscape surrounding Tannerville, except that it was a little larger in circumference than the others and contained an area where the foliage was so dense that penetrating it on foot involved the not inconsiderable risk of becoming entangled in octopus-like coils of vegetation.
But Manning and Carlson had managed to weave their way in and out between the coils, and stood now in a fairly wide clearing staring up a cliff wall of red sandstone, with a full harvest moon shining down upon them.
They were not alone in the clearing. Eighty feet from where they were standing a dozen men with flashlights were moving back and forth at the base of the cliff, sending the beams boring in
