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Show 100 Cap cleared his throat. "I dunno. There's gotta be a way out of here. I know I'm hungry enough to eat anything that crawls or walks." "I sure hope Chinook's okay," Josh said with a resigned little groan as he once more began to feel his way along the wall. After so long in the darkness they had seemed to pick up a sixth sense about working their way through the tunnels. Nevertheless they went carefully now, less hurried, not banging into so many timbers and outcroppings. They had left Rollins stuck in a mine shaft. And Bixby? Chances were that he was under a thousand tons of rock in the caved-in tunnel behind them. So now the boys talked as they went, and at each timber shoring they searched with their hands for a newspaper or a torch, oerhaps left by some miner years earlier. Ten minutes later they jerked to a stop as they heard something ahead of them in the darkness. Josh clenched his teeth and felt his neck-hairs bristle as the sound of breathing came. But in an instant he knew that the animal rushing toward them was his dog. "Chinook, where»ve you been?" he scolded as both the dogAs feet were planted on his shoulders and he was deluged with wet sloppy kisses. And not only were the kisses wet, but the dog was dripping. "Cap, he's all wet." "Maybe he found another little pool." "No, clear to his tail's wet. I think he's been outside!" "Then, hallelujah, he can show us the way." Josh took a firm grip on the dog's collar. "C'mon, Chinook. Show us where you found the water." Straining in front of them, the dog pulled him along in the tunnel. |
