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Show 66 "Chinook, you get here'." commanded Josh in his most authoritative voice. There was no response. Aggravated, Josh dashed upstream, kicking up water as he ran. Around the bend he stopped, shook his head in dismay, and stood with clenched fists. Chinook was belly-deep in water against an embankment, digging furiously at a muskrat burrow. Occasionally he threw the dirt behind him into the pool. "Chinook, you idiot, come here quick!" The malamute turned, brightened on seeing his master, and wagged his tail twice before he plunged his nose back into the hole. "Come on, Chinook-we gotta get out of here," Josh pleaded from across the creek. "Come, boy, come!" But the dog was in high spirits. When he turned to stare at Josh, there was mischief in his eyes. How fine-his glance seemed to say-that the boy had come to romp through the stream with him. Lowering his tail, Chinook streaked past Josh, who made a flying leap to grab at his collar as he passed. Instead, the boy landed in four inches of water and emerged sputtering angrily. At the far end of the pool the dog turned, feinted one direction, and galloped past the boy on the other side. Again Josh lunged to catch him-and fought the impulse to scream at the dog. Upstream, Chinook began to run in circles in the pure joy of the game they were playing. When the dog disappeared around the bend, Josh in desperation splashed after him. If he didn't catch him soon, the robbers would. Dripping wet, Josh sprinted through the gravelly streambed. He could hear the dog carousing merrily along in front of him. Finally, where the creek narrowed into a deep pool, he confronted the |