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Show 89 i hall light on and the door ajar. That was for Cindy's sake, he always told himself. Yet now the darkness seemed to roll over him in waves. Terror-ridden, suffocating waves. His stomach gripped in a knot and he could feel his neck hairs tingle. Nothing was so terrifying as the unknown. And now he seemed to be floating in a world without light-with no ups, no downs, lost in a dismal sea of nothingness. There was only the rock wall to touch as a guide. Stumbling along, Josh banged his head against a low-hanging timber, and he choked back the pain. A rising apprehension clawed at him. He bit his lip to keep from crying out. He pulled Chinook closer and reached over to feel Cap's shoulder. Everything would turn out all right, he told himself while taking deep gulps of air to get calm, if only they kept their heads. Josh wanted to scream, to run toward the light. But he knew he could not. Finally he kicked at the bag they were dragging. "Cap, I'm through dragging this thing. Let's stash it." Cap heaved a sigh of deafeat. "Okay. Where?" Feeling along the wall, Josh soon found a deep crevice half filled with rock. Quickly they shoved the canvas bag into the crack and tumbled loose rock over it, with only six inches of the strap left uncovered so they could locate it again. At their backs a light flickered in the distant blackness. They glanced back, watching it with dread. "He's got matches or a cigaret lighter," Josh said. In spite of the danger it posed, though, seeing the light helped him get oriented in the darkness and made |