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sion. B.C. was out-and-out scared. |
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Madden worked his bulk over the ledge and I could feel his weight snap up the line, then shiver into my hands. I took two steps back and dug in my heels to counterbalance his 260 or so pounds. |
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"Watch out for that old dry well," Kelto cautioned. "The boards laying over the top of it are almost rotted through." |
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If I hadn't had my hands full, I would have hugged the sullen little bastard. |
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"Jake, hold it!" I shouted. |
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Madden was suspended precariously over the yawning chasm with only his craggy face still peering back over the ledge at us. |
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"B.C., Kelto, somebody, kick the lid off that old dry well and see what's down there." |
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In less time than it takes to describe it, the trio had cleared away the dead leaves, pried the cover off and rammed the beam of Gregory's flashlight down the darkened hole. When the young officer looked up, his face was a death mask. |
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B.C. took one look, unable to put down the revolt in her stomach and looked away choking. |
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Madden somehow crawled back without my help, righted himself and joined me in peering down into the darkness. The ghostly yellow beam of light played down on the |
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