JACOB STOOD IN THE entrance of the cave, the canoe behind him, breathing heavily. He was exhausted from stirring embers for two weeks straight and sleeping standing up; he was beat from dragging the canoe back and forth across the beach and angry about the sabotage of the motor. He shoved his revolver into his boot and peered warily into the cave. He had no idea where it led or what he would do once he got the boat to the underground river. He just knew he had to find Iris, Cain, and the missing part of the motor.
He crammed a few wrapped-up pieces of fish into his bag along with several bottles he had filled up with lake water. He knew it wasn’t enough, not if he was going to be gone as long as everyone else had who entered the cave. Cain and Iris had gone in eight days ago. But they did
