CHAPTER 18The Garnet Afoot
I SOUND like a freight train,” Linda exclaimed in despair as she stumbled on the beach. “These leather soles keep slipping. Please go ahead before anybody hears us.”
But Steve refused point-blank. “I haven’t got on rubber soles either,” he pointed out. “We started for a housewarming. Remember? IF anybody shows up, we’re hunting for a couple of pitchers we left after the fire.”
He grabbed her arm to steer her past a litter of driftwood, and they plodded on to the path across the Head. It was a relief to get off the beach, of course, but the walking wouldn’t be much easier until the path ran clear of bayberry bushes, and they had lights shining from the house to guide them. So far they had met no one, and with a little luck they would get off Graveyard Head unno
