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Show 68 Chapter Nine "I thought I heard something out here," came the husky voice of the stout man on the bank. "I-I-I was just-" Josh stammered, trembling, his eyes on the revolver, "just getting my dog." "Yeah, I bet you was," said the man sourly. He waved the pistol, ordering the boy to climb the embankment. As he clambered up the slick tank, Josh's mind raced. What could he do? Was Cap watching? Would he know? "Wh-where to?" Josh took a firm grip on Chinook's collar as the dog leaped up the bank and came to nuzzle his leg. Rollins eyed the dog. "You keep that big mutt of yours gentle, or I'll shoot him on the spot. Hear?" Josh gave a quick nod. "He never hurts anybody. He's nice'n gentle, mister." Muttering, Rollins nudged the boy with the pistol toward the cabin. There he marched him through a door that hung askew. Josh still gripped the dog tightly. "Look what I found out there," Rollins announced in a tone of disgust. At a clapboard table the lean detective with the gold teeth sat studying a map, which he slammed down in anger. "Oh now, that's all we need. What's he doin' up here? And get that dog out of here." Josh hung back, for thetall man seemed brutally angry. But |