The Rest Hollow Mystery (Paperback)

So begins this classic mystery novel by Rebecca N. Porter. Kenwick himself had no recollection of the accident. But he knew that there must have been one, for when he recovered conscious ness, his clothes were full of burrs, his hat was badly crushed, and there was a violent throbbing in one of his legs. With both hands gripping the aching thigh in a futile effort to soothe its pain, he dragged him self into the clearing and looked about. It was one of those narrow, wooded mountain ravines that in the West are classed as canons. Back of him rose a succession of sage-covered slopes, bleak, wintry, hostile. In front was a precipitous cliff studded with dwarf madrone trees and the twisted manzanita. Overhead the bare distorted sycamore boughs lashed themselves together and moaned a dreary monotone to the accompaniment of a keen November wind. No sign of autumn lingered on the landscape, and the shed leaves formed a moldy carpet underfoot.