Peril at Granite Peak

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HARDY BOYS ADVENTURES:

#1
Secret of the Red Arrow

#2
Mystery of the Phantom Heist

#3
The Vanishing Game

#4
Into Thin Air

#5
Peril at Granite Peak

COMING SOON:

#6
The Battle of Bayport

Chapter 1  Going Downhill

Chapter 2  Rescue

Chapter 3  Weather Warning

Chapter 4  Exit Plan

Chapter 5  Plan B

Chapter 6  Blizzard

Chapter 7  Close Call

Chapter 8  Breaking the Rules

Chapter 9  Too Slick

Chapter 10  Confession

Chapter 11  Lies

Chapter 12  Darker

Chapter 13  Out for Blood

Chapter 14  Hot and Cold

Chapter 15  Guilty

H
EADS UP, FRANK!” JOE SHOUTED.
“Coming through!”

I glanced up from adjusting my boot buckle. My ski helmet made it hard to see. But my brother was impossible to miss in his red-and-blue jacket and tricked-out mirrored goggles. He bent low over his skis, poles tucked tightly under his arms and a big grin on his face.

“Learn to steer or you'll be back on the bunny slope, hotshot!” I yelled with a laugh as he whizzed past me.

Then I looked over my shoulder to check on our friend Chet Morton. Chet was the reason Joe and I were in Vermont, but that didn't mean he was an expert skier. Not even close. My eyes widened as Chet's skis almost crossed while
he was negotiating an easy turn. He lurched and started to fall, but somehow righted himself.

“Nice save, buddy!” I called helpfully.

Chet turned his head and squinted at me. It looked like his goggles were crooked. He was picking up speed as he slid downhill.

Just ahead, Joe had executed a crisp stop and was looking back as well. “Look out, Chet!” he hollered. “Tree!”

Chet whipped his head around just in time to see the huge spruce hurtling at him. Well, technically he was hurtling at it. Whatever. The effect would be the same if the two collided.

“Turn! Turn!” Joe and I yelled at the same time.

Chet leaned hard to the left, missing the tree by inches. Whew! He lost his balance immediately after that, belly flopping into a large snowdrift.

“Close one,” Joe called.

“Yeah.” I frowned, tilting my head as I heard a weird rumble. “What was that?”

Then I saw my answer. The snowdrift Chet had hit was moving.

“Avalanche!” Joe shouted. “Get out of the way, bro!”

He pushed off, aiming straight down the slope. I did the same. Glancing back over my shoulder, I saw Chet scrambling to his feet on the uphill side of the moving mass of tumbling snow. Good. He was safe. Joe and me? Not so much.

There was a snow-covered pile of rocks just ahead so I bent low, leaning into a tidy parallel turn to avoid it. I looked over, expecting Joe to follow. But he was still heading straight down.

“Look out!” I yelled.

Too late. Joe was headed straight for the rocks! And the avalanche was coming fast. If he wiped out, he'd be buried!

I held my breath as Joe reached the rock pile. He saw it a half second before he got there and bent a little lower, letting gravity take him up and over on its thin covering of snow. A second later he was airborne. One ski started to dip down, and for a second I was sure he was going to wipe out. But he recovered quickly, landing hard but squarely and then turning sharply to follow me out of the path of the avalanche.

Joe was breathing hard when he caught up to me at the base of the slope. “Nice skiing, brother,” he said, lifting his fist.

I bumped it, then pushed back my goggles. “Nice jump,” I said. “That was a little too close for comfort.”

“Where's Chet?” Joe peered up the slope. The avalanche was over, and we saw Chet carefully snowplowing his way down the hill.

By the time he reached us, my hands had almost stopped shaking. “Are you guys okay?” Chet cried. “I didn't mean to do that!”

“Forget it,” I told him. “We're fine. It's just lucky nobody else was on the trail when it happened.”

Chet nodded. “Yeah. This place is even deader than Cody said it would be.”

There were maybe three or four skiers visible on the various hills within our view, plus half a dozen beginners on the bunny slope over near the lodge. Other than that, we had the mountain to ourselves.

Joe was already heading for the lift. “Let's try the White Rattlesnake Trail next. Cody was telling us about it at breakfast, remember? It sounds like fun.”

I didn't answer for a second. The White Rattlesnake did sound like fun. Maybe a little too much fun for Chet. If he'd caused an avalanche on the relatively easy green circle trail we'd just negotiated, what would he do on a trickier slope?

But Chet wasn't saying anything, so I didn't either. Joe and I might be brothers, but that didn't mean we always saw things the same way. He was definitely the daredevil type. Me? I liked a little adrenaline rush as much as the next guy—as long as that next guy wasn't Joe. He already thought I was way too cautious. I didn't want to give him more ammunition. Besides, Chet was a big boy. If he didn't want to try the White Rattlesnake Trail, he could speak up and say so.

We were a dozen yards from the lift when we heard a bark. Glancing over, I saw a guy hurrying past, head down and hands shoved into the pockets of his well-worn parka. A large black-and-tan dog was at his side. Her ears were pricked toward us, and her furry tail was wagging.

“Cody!” Chet called, waving. “Yo, over here!”

Cody Gallagher was the one who'd invited us to Granite Peak Lodge. He'd been Chet's camp counselor years ago, and the two of them had kept in touch. Cody was a few years older than us, tall and wiry with reddish-brown hair. A little quiet, but a nice guy. He'd graduated from high school a year or two earlier and now worked full-time at the lodge with his parents. His trusty Lab-shepherd mix, Blizzard, never left his side.

Cody heard Chet and looked over. He was pretty far away, but for a split second it looked as if a shadow passed over his expression. Was I imagining things, or did he appear less than thrilled to see us?

But the moment passed quickly. “Hi, guys,” Cody said, coming over. “Having fun?”

“A blast,” Joe replied, leaning over to rub Blizzard's furry head.

I nodded. “But listen, there was a minor avalanche on the Sugar Maple Trail just now. . . .” I quickly filled him in on what had happened.

Cody listened, looking concerned. “I'll let my parents know,” he said. “They might want to add that slope to the restricted list until we can check it out.”

I nodded again. There was a notice hanging on the bulletin board in the lodge's dining room, listing several ski trails that were off-limits due to weather conditions or other issues. I'd had plenty of time to study it that morning while
Joe and Chet were having a third helping of bacon and eggs.

“So where are you going?” Chet asked Cody as we neared the ski lift. “Hoping to get a few runs in?”

“Not exactly,” Cody said. “Mom asked me to clear some branches off one of the trails.”

There were only a few people waiting for the lifts. As we arrived, a young couple hopped into an empty car. Cody grabbed a well-worn pair of skis and poles that were leaning against the wall of the control booth.

“Guess we won't have to wait long for a lift,” Joe joked as two more skiers stepped into another lift.

Cody grimaced. “Yeah.”

I shot Joe a warning look. Leave it to my brother to bring up a sore subject. We all knew that Granite Peak Lodge was having trouble attracting enough visitors—that was the main reason we were there. A couple of bigger, flashier resorts had opened on the other side of the mountain recently, and people were flocking to them. According to Cody's dad, the skiing was better on this side of the mountain, but people liked the Wi-Fi and spa treatments and fancy gourmet food those other resorts offered.

That was why Cody had e-mailed Chet a few weeks ago, urging him to come for a stay over winter break and bring all his friends. He'd even sent a discount coupon for one of the lodge's nicest suites.

Chet had been all for it. Surprisingly, so had his parents. Or maybe not so surprisingly. They were going to a wedding
out of state, and I guess they preferred to ship Chet out to the lodge rather than leave him home alone.

However, Joe and I were the only friends Chet could convince to tag along. I guess nobody else's parents liked the idea of a bunch of teen guys let loose at a ski resort.

That hadn't been a problem for us, though. Mom and Dad had okayed the plan as soon as they heard about it. And I was pretty sure I knew why. See, Joe and I had this hobby—solving crimes. We'd been doing it since we were little kids. And we were good at it. We'd nabbed more than our share of bad guys, sometimes with the help of our dad, a retired police detective and private investigator. Dad didn't always approve of our tendency to put ourselves in danger, but he'd been mostly supportive of our sleuthing. He got it, you know?

But lately we'd run into some trouble. Legal trouble, mostly. Not to mention some bad feelings with the local police. Long story short, we'd had to promise to get out of the crime-solving business for good, or we'd end up in reform school.

After we'd helped bust a local crime ring called the Red Arrow, though, Bayport's police chief (and our parents) relaxed the rules, telling us we could catch a few crooks now and then as long as we agreed to keep law enforcement in the loop. Still, we were trying to keep a low profile in the crime-solving department. Truth be told, I think our parents were hoping that getting us out of Bayport for a week or two might keep our minds off mysteries for a while.

And I figured they were right. What kind of trouble could we find up here?

Soon we were at the front of the line. The lifts only held two people apiece.

“Go ahead,” I told Chet as an empty car swung toward us. “Joe and I will catch the next one.”

My brother and I watched as Chet and Cody headed up the mountain. A moment later we hopped onto the next lift, our skis swinging as the car rose into the crisp, cold winter air.

“This is awesome.” Joe scanned the scenery. “I can't believe we've got this whole place to ourselves, pretty much.”

“Yeah, you might want to stop mentioning that in front of Cody,” I told him. “Especially after that weather forecast this morning.”

Joe's face fell. “Oh yeah,” he said. “Do you think we'll have to leave?”

I shrugged. The weather report was warning that a serious blizzard might be coming in the next forty-eight hours. For a while they'd thought it would skirt the area, but now it seemed to be aiming right at Granite Peak. Then again, there was still a slight chance it would all peter out. I supposed that was why my aunt Trudy called them “weather guessers.”

“Not much we can do about the weather,” I told Joe. “Let's just have fun and see what happens. We can make a decision tomorrow.”

Chet and Cody were waiting when we arrived at the top. The lift dropped us off at the edge of a large, flat clearing near the top of the hill. Several trails started there, snaking off in different directions, with large wooden signs marking the start of each one. The signs included the trail's name, difficulty level, and a map showing its place on the mountain. A trio of twentysomething girls who'd been just ahead of us in the lift line were starting out down a black diamond trail, while a man dressed in a flashy red-and-white parka was standing nearby, adjusting his helmet and goggles.