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Show 91 goes straight down from a machinery room like this. Let me toss a rock." "Hurry. He's gettin' close." Josh could hear Cap grope for a rock on the floor, heard the swish of his sleeve as he tossed it before them. They could then hear it bounce, and bounce again, still falling. After what seemed a minute there was a tiny splash far below. Josh felt his chin tremble. If not for Chinook. . . oh, how had he ever got into such a mess? Worst of all, the gasps and wheezes and footsteps of Rollins echoed closer. "Over here," whispered Cap. He took Josh's arm and pulled him back. Cap had his hand on the friendly wall behind them, and now the boys edged their way into a corner. "Don't move," Cap shushed. Josh pulled Chinook back against the wall with him. They could hear Rollins grunting and stumbling through the narrow corridor, kicking rocks as he came. Then his match went out. They heard him strike another match, but it did not light. the size of an apple Stooping, Josh found a rock/at his feet and tossed it through the darkness to the far side of the cavern beyond them. The rock clacked against the far wall. With a shout of triumph, Rollins struck his match and darted f ahead. Flattened against the cold wall, the boys hardly dared look as the heavy-set man rushed straight ahead into the room. By the light of the match he held they saw the momentary look of horror on his face and his flailing arms as he tried to stop. It was too late. Screaming, |