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Show 79 "Where's your shotgun?" Josh grunted. "Aw, way up on the hill where we left our packs. Didn't think I'd need the dang thing. Too late now, though." When they neared the trees Josh glanced back over his shoulder and gasped. The helicopter was swooping down to where the phony detective Rollins was waving a white handkerchief from atop a knoll. "Hurry," Josh urged. The stringy muscles of his forearm stood out as he strained to pull the heavy bag along. When they reached the protection of the trees, they paused once more to rest briefly. Josh's lungs had begun to burn and his legs ached. He pointed to a boulder nearby. "We can hide it under that big rock," Josh said. "They're gonna be lookin' for us any second." "No. Come on, grab hold." So off they bounced again, dragging the canvas bag over rocks and roots, sweating and heaving to slide the bag along. They did not stop to listen, but they could hear the helicopter rise after picking up Rollins. Then they heard it dron to the Svendsen cabin to retrieve the gold. Josh shuddered at the thought of what the men would say when they found the cabin empty. Ten minutes later the boys heard the whine of the helicopter growing close as it methodically swept back and forth over the trees. Josh pointed ahead to a cluster of brush beneath the nines. "We can hide in there. But quick." "Ummph," Cap grunted. "Better grab your dumb dog so they don't |