Free A Game Called Chaos by Franklin W. Dixon Page B

asked.
    â€œNot that,” Frank said.
    Joe listened again, harder this time. “Running water. The river. Sounds pretty close. I didn’t notice it before.”
    â€œLet’s go,” Frank said.
    The wolf-dog didn’t prevent them from reaching the water. Kendall River was about twenty feet wide and ran swiftly, babbling over numerous rocks and small boulders.
    â€œGood whitewater, if it’s deep enough,” Joe said.
    â€œMm,” Frank said. With his eyes, he was tracing a line of boulders that crossed the river. “Hey, Joe,” he said, pointing. “What’s that look like to you?”
    Joe looked where Frank indicated. In the woods nearby a large configuration of jumbled rocks cropped up out of the ground. From where the Hardys stood, the rock formation looked like the profile of a huge bird.
    â€œWow,” Joe said. “I’d say that must be Eagle Rock. According to the information Chelsea gave me, the eagle’s head is supposed to point toward the Cave of Chaos.”
    Frank squinted and peered into the woods. “I think I do see a large rocky mound that way,” he said. “Let’s try it. Keep an eye on that wolf, though.”
    The Hardys cautiously made their way through the woods to the rock mound. It jutted out of the landscape like the back of a whale. Several smaller boulders lay beside its base, but to one side of the mound the brothers could see an opening just big enough for a person to squeeze through.
    â€œThat’s it!” Joe said. “We’ve found it!”
    Frank glanced back the way they had come. He didn’t see anything, and when he listened, all he heard was the faint singing of birds. “I think our wolfish friend has given up on us,” he said.
    â€œYou know,” Joe said. “We ought to thank that wolf. If we hadn’t left the path, I doubt we’d have ever spotted Eagle Rock.”
    Frank and Joe squeezed inside the opening. Just beyond the entrance, the cave opened up into a small “room,” with one narrow passageway leading back deeper into the rock.
    â€œDid you notice those boulders near the entrance?” Frank asked.
    â€œYeah,” Joe replied. “Looked like they’d been moved recently: the ground around them was disturbed and the moss was growing on the wrong side of them. What I wonder is, who moved them and why?”
    â€œMaybe to open up the entrance to the cave. Those boulders could have prevented anyone from discovering it,” Frank said.
    â€œI suppose one guy could have moved them with a decent lever,” Joe said.
    â€œRoyal, you mean,” Frank said. “The question now is, is there anything in here, or is he just leading us on a wild-goose chase?”
    â€œOnly one way to find out,” said Joe. He pulled his flashlight from his backpack and switched iton. Then he and Frank ventured into the passageway beyond the room.
    â€œLooks like a glacial cave,” Joe said, running his hand over one rough wall. “Formed by the movements of rocks during the last ice age.”
    â€œYeah,” Frank said. “Nothing like Carlsbad, or the Cave of the Mounds. No stalactites or stalagmites. Pretty big for a glacial system, though.”
    â€œNot too big, I hope,” Joe said. “I’d still like to get out of here before dark. Hey, Frank, I’ve been thinking.”
    â€œYeah?”
    â€œAbout something Chelsea said earlier. Didn’t she mention the ghost of Katherine Chaos’s sister being in the new game?”
    â€œI think so,” Frank said. His eyes lit up. “Are you thinking that maybe McLean isn’t so crazy after all?”
    Joe nodded. “We know that she couldn’t have seen a ghost, but maybe she did see someone who looked like Sakai.”
    â€œA relative, you mean,” Frank said. “I wonder if Regina Cross is related to Sakai. Usually people’s heirs are their