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Show 76 In a minute Rollins stuck his head back in the door, glanced at the trussed boy and the bag of gold on the floor. "Don't you move," he warned. "I'll be right out here." When he was gone Josh breathed a sigh of relief. His hands hurt where the rope was cutting off the circulation, and the boards were growing hard, but for the moment at least he was okay. He began to work his hands inside the ropes, but they were tied by a professional. He could get no slack. Off in the distance he could hear the chopper growing closer, then the sound turned. Obviously without the marker the pilot was having a hard time finding the robbers. That's when Cap Mullins appeared. He came skidding into the room to stop alongside Josh. So good was the sight, Josh could hardly believe his eyes. "Cap, thank gosh! Now help'me outa here," Josh whispered as his friend began sawing at the ropes with his belt knife. Chinook had bounded into the room alongside Cap, and was now standing on the bed licking Josh's face as if he hadn't seen him in weeks. "Chinook, stop it. Oh hurry, Cap. That fat detective's coming right back." "He's up on the other end of the meadow," Cap said calmly. "He's tryin' to flag down that helicopter. The other fella's chasin' it clear to Raintree's. Seems the pilot can't find the right place." A grin of satisfaction split clear across his face. With the ropes off, Josh sat up rubbing his hands. He stood, stumbled a couple of steps, and then sprinted for the door. Cap, however, peered down into the canvas bag-and motioned Josh back. "Holy cow, what's this?" |