Condor [antikvár]

ONEHis best friend Bemie had to go to a piano lesson that afternoon, and so he spent nearly an hour throwing a ball up against the back of the garage until his mother put her head out the kitchen window and told him for heaven's sake to find something useful to do, like rake the lawn or clean his bicycle. So he decided to take his BB gun and explore the woods on the far side of Conant's Acre, like Indiana Jones in Raiders of the Lost Ark.He left his bicycle propped up against the split-rail fence that divided Webster Crescent and its neat, new, three-bedroomed homes from the down-sloping wilderness of Conant's Acre; then he walked in his rubbers across the plowed-up claya nine-year-old boy with unruly blond hair, a snub nose just like his mother's, and exactly his father's way of squinching up his eyes when he looked into the distance.He could have been alone on the whole wide planet. There was nothing to the south but fields and trees, nothing to the northwest but the windblown grazing land of the Kelly estate, of which Conant's Acre was the southern-