One of the windows of the craft cabin has been removed. The day it was found, it had rained and most of the supplies had been ruined. Several trail markers had been moved to get people lost in the woods. Not once, but three time in three different spots. There were also holes drilled into one of the canoes after the boats had been checked for holes and damage from the winter.

"Hey," a voice said getting Nancy’s attention. She looked up and saw Ned coming toward her.

"Hi," Nancy said as Ned sat beside her.

"Is any of that information helpful?" Ned asked. "I noticed it when I was putting the papers away."

"It might be," Nancy said. "It seems as if someone was trying to ruin things before camp even opened."

"That’s exactly what Steve thought," Ned said. "For insurance reasons, he kept a careful list of what repairs were needed to be done before the campers arrived. He couldn’t understand it. At first he thought it was someone’s idea of a joke, but didn’t have the proof."

"From the detailed records, it seems as if someone wants to ruin this place or get it closed down. The dates on these papers are from just a few weeks ago. Someone planned to ruin this place."

"But why?" Ned asked. "Who would want to ruin a kids summer camp?"

"Is Steve having financial trouble?"

"No. Everything seems to be fine. He’s not in the red.

"That ruins that theory."

"You thought Steve might have been damaging the camp because he was losing money."

"That’s what I thought at first, but Steve seems like the kind of person who likes working with kids and wouldn’t want to ruin it for them."

"Do you have any idea who is involved?"

"No," Nancy said glancing out the window as she saw a bolt of lightning. "But I plan to find out. For some reason, I have a feeling that whoever grabbed me is also behind the sabotage."

"But you don’t have proof," Ned said.

"I know," Nancy said sliding the file back to Ned. "But I plan to get the proof I need."

"Let me know what I can do to help," Ned said getting to his feet. "I’ve got some more paperwork to do."

"I’ll see you later," Nancy said and Ned left the dining hall.

Nancy sat at the table thinking about what was going on at camp. One of the counselors is involved, or there’s someone hiding out in the woods, she thought. I just wish I had more to go on, but I’ll have to wait until Bess and George finish talking with the counselors.

"Hey Nancy," she heard a voice say.

She glanced up and saw Frank coming toward her. Frank asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I was talking with Ned," Nancy replied. "Are you all done in the kitchen?"

"Yeah," Frank said turning the chair around and sitting backward straddled the chair. "It wasn’t bad."

"Have you had any luck talking to the guys?"

"Not really. Most of the guys were in their cabins, but Allan was talking with Steve."

"Who told you that?"

"Joe did. They were heading for the cabin when Allan said he needed to talk to Steve."

"That makes two people who weren’t in their cabins."

"Who’s the other one?"

"Misty," Nancy said. "She told Bess she needed to talk to Steve also. We could probably check out their stories with Steve. I wonder if anyone else had to talk to Steve."

Before Frank could say anything, two boys ran into the dining hall wearing their raincoats. When they pulled their hoods off their heads, Frank recognized them as two of the kids from his cabin.

"Frank, we need to tell you something," one boy said nervously as they came over to the table.

"What is it, Tommy?"

"Well," Tommy began, "We kinda dared one of out bunkmates to go up to the cave."

"You did what?" Frank asked.

The other boys, Kyle, said, "We dared him last night not knowing there was going to be a storm."

"Who did you dare?" Frank asked.

"Jamie," Kyle said quietly looking at the floor.

"He went off on his own after breakfast and hasn’t returned," Tommy added in a rush.

"Great," Frank said getting to his feet. He began to pace. He stopped and looked at the boys. "Go to cabin five and tell Joe, one of the counselors, to stay with you until Derek or I get back."

"We’re really sorry, Frank," Tommy said.

"Go to cabin five." Frank resumed pacing as they boys pulled their hoods over their heads and left the dining hall.

"We need to find Jamie," Nancy said.

"Let’s go," Frank said grabbing his jacket off the coat rack and his baseball cap. "We’ll take the trail behind here. It’s the quickest way."

"Let’s go," Nancy said sliding her jacket on and falling in step behind Frank. Before leaving, she grabbed an emergency flashlight. She handed it to Frank and he put it in his pocket.

They took off along the trail heading for the cave. The wind was blowing hard and the rain felt like little pebbles being thrown at them. Nancy held onto Frank’s arm so she wouldn’t get knocked down.

"Do you think he’s still at the cave?" Nancy yelled.

"I hope so," Frank said pulling his baseball cap brim down farther to protect his face.

It took more than ten minutes to walk against the strong wind. When they finally reached the cave, they realized they needed to climb the rocks to get to the cave entrance located about 20 feet above them.

Frank cupped his hands to his mouth and shouted. "Jamie! Can you hear me?!"

When he didn’t get an answer, he looked over at Nancy. She was trying to find the easiest way up to the cave.

"Over here," Nancy said heading to the rocks and started up. She looked back down at Frank. "This looks like the best way."

"I’ll follow you!" Frank yelled.

Nancy slowly made her way up the rock formation. There were plenty of handholds on the rock face. The rock face was jagged. She made sure she had a tight grip on each rock before shifting her weight. Several times her hand slipped on the wet rocks and she struggled to keep herself from crashing into Frank.

The wind tried to pull them off the rock formation, but they held on tight. Frank paused and looked up to see how Nancy was doing. She was almost to the top and was searching for a hand hold. Frank thought, this was so stupid of the kids to do to Jamie. He could be hurt and then we’ll have the Governor here breathing down our necks.

Frank watched Nancy pull herself over the top and felt he could continue on. Frank slowly climbed the rest of the way. He made sure his hands were secure before shifting his weight.

He was almost to the top when his left hand slipped off the rock and he started to fall. Frank thought, this is it.

He felt a strong hand grab onto his wrist. He looked up and saw Nancy hanging over the edge with a firm hold on his left wrist. He grabbed hold of the rocks and made his way up the last few feet. He pulled himself over the edge and crawled into the cave to get out of the rain. He pulled his baseball cap off and looked at Nancy.

"Thanks."

"How may times have you help me, Frank," Nancy said smiling.

"Frank?" a voice asked from the back of the cave.

Frank and Nancy peered into the darkness of the cave and saw some movement in the shadows. A young boy came toward them. It was Jamie.

"Jamie," Frank sighed in relief. "Are you all right?"

"I’m fine," Jamie said. "The storm got so bad I figured I’d be safer here than in the woods."

"Good thinking," Nancy said.

"But why did you take the kids dare?" Frank asked.

"I thought I’d be able to fit in with them better if I made it up here."

"But what would you have done if you’d gotten hurt?" Nancy asked.

Jamie looked at the floor. Frank said, "Let’s not worry about that now. We need to get back to camp."

At that moment they heard a rumble. Nancy looked at Frank and asked, "What was that?"

"I don’t know," Frank said heading for the mouth of the cave. "Stay put while I check it out."

Frank made his way to the mouth of the cave. He saw a few baseball size stones falling to the ground. The rain must have loosened them, he thought. He stepped out of the cave as the rocks stopped falling.

Frank started to turn back to the cave when he saw a boulder out of the corner of his eye coming at him. Before he could move, the boulder connected with his head, knocking him to the ground, unconscious.