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CHAPTER I
The Face in the Sand
Wind shook the flimsy seaside cottage and banged a loose shutter with such violence that Joe Hardy gave a startled jump. "If this gets any worse," he said, "we'll be blown right off the island of Jamaica."
"And they advertised no storms at this time of year," his brother Frank said with a laugh.
The two boys, along with four high school friends, reclined on cots in the beach house they had rented for a ten-day winter vacation. A candle they had lit after the power failed gave a fluttering light for several seconds before expiring. Now they were talking in total darkness, trying to be heard above the crashing surf and screaming gale.
"Feel this place swaying?" Tony Prito asked.
"Like it's dancing the calypso," Biff Hooper added as he adjusted his big frame for more comfort.