GRAHAM JOYCE BLACK DUST HALF HIDDEN BEHIND A thicket of hawthorn and holly bushes was a second cave. It astonished himto see it there. As a kid Andy had scrambled over every boulder probed every fissure andcrevice and swung from the exposed roots of every tree clinging to the face of Corley Rocks.Yet here was a new cave quite unlike the one in which hed been holed up for the afternoon.After feeling the mild tremor Andy needed to get home. But something in this new cave calledto him. Unlike the first cave a mere split in the rock face that had always been there this one wasdome-shaped with an arched chamber as an entrance. He drew closer. As he squeezed between thehawthorn and prickly holly to get into the cave it became obvious to him that this second cavewent back much deeper. He could see well enough for the first few yards but after that thecave shadows set hard in a resinous black diamond. Still it called. He wanted to move deeper in but his throat dried and his breathing came short. He rolled hisfoot in the blackness. A pebble crunched under his shoe. There was a tiny light no bigger than a glow-worm swinging at the rear of the cave. Itflickered and went out. Then it appeared again. The light shimmered still swinging slightlyfrom left to right. He heard footsteps shuffling toward him and then there appeared in thegloom a second light smaller than the first and nearer the cave floor. The lights wereapproaching. Then there was a sound like the low growl of an animal and it made him think ofthat dog. That dog slavering and throwing itself at the fence chewing the thick wire mesh. A brute ofan Alsatian