OCR Text |
Show 71 Again the men exchanged glances. Rollins straightened up. 'You'd sure be in our way if you did, kid, 'cause we've just about got the bad guys cornered that stole that gold." Against his will Josh stared again at the canvas bag. •You see," Rollins went on, "we've got a helicopter comin' here in thirty minutes. With that, we'll catch these crooks for sure." Josh stared at him, blinking. From the hilltop they had seen a large white cross made from sheets laid out on the grass behind the cabin. "A helicopter, wow!" he feigned enthusiasm. "Is that what that white cross if for out back?" 'You catch on quick, son," Rollins said. "That's our pilot's marker'for findin' this place." Bixby looked over and shook his head in a slow warning. Josh realized he shouldn't have said that about the white marker. But he kept smiling. At the door Chinook still pounded and scratched insistently. Each time the dog scratched, Rollins jerked nervously. "I warned you about that dog, kid." Desperately Josh shook his head. "Oh, he'll go away in a minute. I know he will." He turned to the door and shouted, "Chinook, stop that! Go on home, you stupid dog!" With a shrug, Josh got down from the nail barrel. He had decided he might as well try. "Anyway, I better be getting back to Grandpa's place. He's expectin' me. And you fellows gotta be catching those crooks." |