The Frank Slide Story #260991

The boy telescoped the level and joined him. Where do you want to hide the equipment tonight, Mr. Green? The surveyor glanced around at the bush and rocks, trying to decide upon a hiding place for their expensive instruments. Rather than pack the heavy equipment two miles back to Blairmore every night, they had been in the habit of concealing it in the underbrush, ready for service the next morning. He had almost chosen a suitable spot when he stopped suddenly he had the strangest feeling. Raoul Green's gaze flicked from the valley upwards to the mist hidden crest of Turtle Mountain, towering three thousand feet above them. The swirling grey mass of cloud was strung along the mountain top like an untidy tablecloth. We'll take it back to the hotel tonight, he decided abruptly.