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Show 74 As he thought of the little shotgun that Josh had tied to his pack, Josh frowned. Maybe his friend was going to shoot it out with these robbers to try to rescue him. Cap wouldn't have a chance. And then. . . he.closed his eyes tight at such dismal thoughts. At last Bixby slammed the table again and rose. "Tie the kid up tight. Tight, understand? It's time for McCloskie. If we'd have been smart, we'd have been out of here at daybreak." "I told you he couldn't get the chopper till noon, didn't I?" Rollins snapped. At the door Bixby glared back. 'You tie him up good, or we'll all take that little helicopter ride you mentioned. Understand?" When Bixby was gone, Rollins motioned for Josh to come. Reluctantly the boy stopped in front of him and held out his hands. He felt near tears, but he was determined not to let Rollins know he was that frightened. "I bet they catch you, Mr. Rollins," he said, defiance in his voice. "No sweat, kid. We're just about out of here right now. Just don't cause any problems and you'll be okay." With white rope the man ti ed Josh's hands firmly, then made him lie on the wooden cot while he bound his legs. Hardly had he finished when the door flew ooen and Bixby burst into the room, his face flushed and angry. "The damn sheets are gone, Rollo! Our marker's gone." "Gone? But how?" "McCloskie's gonna have trouble findin' us without that marker. All these valleys look alike up here." |