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Show 28 he and Cap could come down once every month or so and visit them. Maybe his mother would even baek chocolate chip cookies when they came. Yet. . . . He'd miss his friends at school. And sleeping in his own bed. And popping popcorn in the evening with his sister aid mother. He sighed, thinking of all the other things of home he'd miss. Never had life looked so bleak. Never had his problems loomed so huge. "You really think we gotta run away to the mountains?" Josh finally asked. "You want to keep your dog, don't you?" Josh nodded. In spite of all Chinook's faults, the malamute waajhis best friend-even better than Cap. On a bad day nobody else could listen to his troubles like his dog, then give him a big lick and make him feel good again. And he was proud to have the majestic animal romping by his side when they went into the foothills for walks. "Well then," Cap spread his hands to show how important it was, "We gotta go up in the hills to become mountain men." "Like you say, I guess we better," Josh said with a little moan. "When?" "Tonight, Soon1s everybody's asleep. That is, if we find your stupid dog by then. If he ain't already in the pound," "I bet the mayor's plenty mad," Josh said, "about him ruining Mary Alice's party." They were approaching the corner on which stood the most impressive home in Jericho-a large Victorian mansion with gabled roof, carved latticework around the eaves, and a tower that reached above |