Suddenly, he knew where he was.
"Wolf's Rock," he whispered. "That's Wolf's Rock."
"You know this place?" asked Billy, keeping his voice low.
"Uh-huh," said Dave. "Haven't been here for years, but my dad brought me out here a few times when I was a kid."
"What is it?" asked Billy. "Just a big rock?"
"Yeah. It's full of little caves and crannies and stuff. I remember climbing around all through it."
"Huh," grunted Billy, staring pensively at the formation. "Well, let's go see what the hell Larry's doing here. Maybe he's spelunking or something."
With Billy in the lead, the partners ran across the clearing to the right side of the great mound; it tapered to the ground there, slid down in a drift of boulders.
After signaling Dave to stay quiet, Billy boosted himself onto a fat
