Treasure Cave by Michael J. Trigg - HTML preview

Oh No

– CHAPTER EIGHT –

Jackie and Parker skidded their bikes to a halt on the trail overlooking the beach. Parker cupped his hands to his mouth and yelled. “Keeeeegaaaaan!” They looked around and listened. A large gust of wind swirled sand and leaves around them. Parker pointed to the tire marks in the trail leading to the beach. “Check it out. Mr. Shama was right. Keegan headed straight for the beach.” “Ya, so? They’re just bike tracks.”

 In a Sherlock Holmes type voice Parker pointed to the tire tracks. “ Keegan tracks, my dear Jack’s. Note the inversed duplex-grid patterns.”

 “All I see are tire tracks.” Jackie replied.

“ You may see simple tire tracks my dear Jackie, but I...” Parker’s eyes followed the tread marks through the dunes. “...can see exactly where they're headed. Let's go!”

 Jackie and Parker streaked off down to the beach on their bikes into the gathering storm. They followed the bike tread marks down to the higher water mark where they found Keegan’s bike locked securely to a large piece of driftwood. Leading from the bike were footprints. Parker and Jackie dropped their bikes and followed the footprints down the beach to where they were washed away by the large wave that had swept Keegan into the cave. Jackie and Parker both stared at the abrupt end of the footprints and looked at each other. “Uh oh.” they both said simultaneously. Several large waves rolled up the beach and they quickly backed tracked to their bikes, away from the threatening seas. Jackie looked worried.

 “Parker, I think we had better go and get my folks.”

 “I wont argue with you on that subject Jack’s.” said Parker.

 Both kids leapt on their bikes and pedaled away from the beach in the gathering dusk.