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Show 50 cabin, lay at the foot of Mount Tabor maybe eight miles north of them,. Josh frowned as he saw that the top of the mountain, even in September, was already covered with snow. It better be a nice warm cabin they would find. "What about breakfast?" Josh asked as his stomach rumbled. "We could make some, but I got biscuits in my pack." "And I got some cookies," Josh said, his face lighting up. "Okay, I guess we better get on our way pretty quick if we're gonna camp in our new home by tonight." Cap squinted at the sky. "It could storm, looks like." There was a growing line of grey clouds coming toward them from the peak ahead. So they sat by the fire, ate cookies and biscuits and drank water from their canteens. For as far as they could see there were only hills, trees, meadows and mountains. Not another soul, not a house, not an automobile. They were on the edge of a new world, and in spite of Josh's misgivings, he felt the exhiliration of it. Finally Cap looked up from the fire and said, "I been thinkin' about that gold them fellas stole last night." "You think they caught them yet?" "Probably. But them detectives were sure stupid to head out on a road that didn't reach the highway for twenty miles. Easy to stop 'em that way." "Maybe they thought they'd be gone before anyone noticed." Cap shrugged. "I guess so. But if Horace Wolsey got the state police on it, there wasn't much of a way they could've got away, with the roadblocks and all." |