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Show 80 see him." With a tired whistle Josh called the dog and grabbed his collar- In the midst of the bushes was a huge fallen log with a hollow place rotted beneath it. Into this they now crawled and huddled as the helicopter roared above them. The trees swayed with the backwash, and Josh held his breath. Finally it passed by. "Cap, we can't drag this gold much farther. I'm pooped," Josh said. "Let's justystash it under this log." But the stubborn patch-eyed youth shook his head. "Nope, we're gonna take this to Mayor Okleberry ourselves. Only I wish we had that donkey from last night to carry this dang bag." At mention of the donkey, Josh at first looked shamefaced- then he snapped his fingers. "I know. Let Chinook carry the gold!" "Him?" Cap looked doubtful. "It weighs too much, even if he is big as a moose." "No, I mean like the Indians used to do it. I've seen pictures of how their horses carried things on comething called-I don't know, but with two poles behind him." "You mean a travoy?" Josh jumped up from their hideaway and pointed. "Yeah, that's it. Those two little pines there-let's each cut one and make him a travoy." Cap looked at the dog, at his friend, and at the tall straight young pines. He measured how far away the helicopter was and how much time they had. "Okay, quick. Let's do it," he said. Swiftly they each cut a pole. Then, using the rooe he had |
