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Show 95 When it seemed they had been staggering through the darkness for hours, they finally halted next to a fallen timber to rest. Josh had no idea how far they had wandered through the maze of tunnels. With a shudder he reached to rub Chinook's ears. The soft warmth of the gave dog nuzzling against him/a feeling of security. 'You think they found Rollins down that hole, and got him out?" Josh whispered. "Maybe, but it's hard to tell where sounds are comin' from in here." They strained their ears to hear, but there was only the sound of Chinook panting and the dripping of water nearby. "Least we can get a drink," Cap said wearily. "I'm so hungry my stomach thinks my throats been cut." Josh shuddered. "Don't even joke about that." He sat down. A great weariness grew over him. He had lost track of time, of everything except the darkness that pressed around them. He hadn't thought of food until now, and his stomach began to gurgle. A terrible thirst burned in his throat as well. They rose and felt along the wall until their fingers got wet. Then Cap lit a match. As the little light flared up, Josh soaked in its friendly warmth. He had never known how welcome a light could be- even the feeble light of a match. With it, they could see there was a"little pool formed in the rock floor where water had dripped for years. Chinook pushed forward to drink until Josh pulled him back. "Whoa, us first, dog." So the boys-and then thejQog-drank from the little rock basin at the edge of the tunnel. As the match died, Cap caught Josh's arm. "We only got three |