A Grand Jury has been called on account of Ken Holt’s investigative journalist father’s work on a bunch of waterfront racketeers, and death threats have been aimed against him and his family as a result. As a precaution, Ken and Sandy must leave town to lay low. One of the their friends knows a friend and place they can hide out undercover. This friend is a young archeologist who needs help out with digging trenches at a colonial-era archeology dig on a remote southern New Jersey location on Delaware Bay near the remote setting of Claytown.
But where Ken and Sandy go, trouble follows. Strange and uncanny sounds of horse-galloping is soon heard near the shoe-string dig-site, and old-timers remember when rum-runners would be scaring away superstitious locals with a similar recording. So why is someone trying to scare away the expedition of young archeologists and their amateur helpers?
Another nifty novel (book 9) in the Ken Holt series of amateur sleuths. I like how it neatly dovetailed with the watery adventures in book 1 of the series, The Secret of Skeleton Island.
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