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Show 96 matches left. Keep feelin' for a lamp or torch of some kind. If we can find sunthin' like that. ..." "Won't they see a torch?" Cap cleared his throat. "We'll wait'11 they're gone, an' then. . Suddenly a shout came, not fifty yards behind them. "Okay, boys'. Stop right there '.'• It was the acid voice of Bixby. But due to a slight curve in the tunnel, his flashlight beam caught only a part of their area. With a cry the boys jerked back into the shadows of the wall behind them. "Run!" Cap shouted. The jabbing beam of the flashlight reflected from the tunnel walls, giving them light to see ahead. Quickly they scurried toward the safety of the darkness, leaping over another fallen timber as they went. Behind them they heard Bixby curse. The beams danced eerily around the boys as they fled. "Stop!" Bixby ordered. The roar of a shot filled the tunnel. As they ran, it echoed and re-echoed around them. They heard the whir of the bullet as it ricocheted from the jagged tunnel wall beside them. Josh stumbled, nearly fell, and-leaning on Chinook- raced as fast as he could into the darkness, his face drawn with fear. Then thunder rolled around them. They felt the mountain shake, and the rock shudder around them. Terrified, they stumbled on. But when the shock wave of dust, debris, and air hit them, they were knocked rolling. Josh lay coughing, his eyes closed in dread, still holding on to Chinook's collar, as the dust rolled over them. He felt the |