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Show 52 Josh didn't look at him, but took a step toward the trail. In a low voice, as casual as he could make it, he replied, "Oh, nothin' much. I just had a bad dream, I guess." 'You mean like a donkey dream?" His mouth open in a horsey grin, Cap shouted the lasttwo words. Hands to his mouth, he brayed like a burro, the sound grating on the morning air. With a grunt Josh whirled, his hands clenching to tight fists. Cap finished braying, then broke into paroxysms of laughter, first slapping his thighs, then holding his sides as he doubled over. "Well, it wasn't funny!" Josh shouted angrily. This only brought more laughter from Cap, who had now fallen to the ground and was thumping his pack in hilarity. Josh knew that he should laugh with his friend rather than be embarrassed and angry. But instead he hoisted his pack and with long strides started on the trail toward Dog Leg Valley. A few minutes later-friends once more-they came in sight of a cabin set against the spruce trees in a little meadow. At the sight, the boys began to trot toward the cabin. It was a long ways from Dog Leg Valley, but it was a sure-enough cabin. Built of solid logs with mud chinking between them, the cabin had a dirt-covered roof with grass growing on it. As they drew near, both boys let out a yell and went whooping toward what they hoped would be their new home. As they drew near, however, they slowed in disappointment. The cabin had a lived-in look about it. There was a handmade oak-limb chair just outside the doorway, and the windows had curtains on them. |