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Show 84 to maneuver. At the canyon edge where the trail led down the ledges, the boys paused and searched the sky. Only dimly in the distance, sometimes fading entirely, could they hear the helicopter. Josh could hardly believe their good fortune. Of course Chinook had answered one major problem by bouncing the gold alongside them-even though his tongue was now hanging halfway to the ground and his sides were heaving in exhaustion. bare But there was still the/ledges to get down, open and without vegetation, where they would stand out on the rock face like pine trees on the prairie. They could only hope the thieves were searching elsewhere as they went down the trail. Josh took a deep breath, cast a worried eye at the sky, and followed Cap down the trail along the ledges. With one eye on the sharp drop at his side, Josh sidled alongside the travois to keep it on the trail. Should it bounce off, it might pull the dog down the mountainside with it. Halfway down, Josh wondered if they were ever going to get out of this mess. Every breath brought him pain, every muscle cried out. Yet they couldn't stop here to rest. Ahead he could see that Cap Mullins was dragging his left leg slightly from falling over a log back in the trees. As they went down the trail they raised a little trail of dust that whipped away on the afternoon wind. Josh glanced up and caught his breath, but the shape there was only a red-tail hawk circling. And then they heard it. It came suddenly, too late to hide even if there had been any cover. With a roar the helicopter shot out over them, zoomed over |