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Show 98 "How come?" Josh mulled this over. "He loves you, doesn't he?" Cap grunted. "I guess. Leastways I do the cookin' for him. He'd miss that, maybe." Josh sat down against the tunnel wall and leaned back. He had never felt such weariness, such horror of a place. 'You think. . . they might look in here for us?" His mind had begun to race. Suppose they couldn't find their way out of here? The way they had come was blocked. "I doubt it," Cap said. "No rush to get out right now, anyway." "Why?" "Right now they can't get to us, on account of that cave-in. But they want that gold bad. If we get out too quick, that pilot might be waitin' for us." "I forgot about him," Josh said, discouraged. So in the blackness they leaned against the wall, thinking dismal thoughts. Chinook lay down at Josh's side and was soon snoring. Already they had been in the tunnels for what must have been hours. Josh leaned over to lay his head on Chinook's furry stomach. It had been a terrible day for them. And it might not get better soon. Josh shivered in the cold mine and snuggled closer to his dog. Without meaning to, he slept. Around them, the cave-like mine was silent. Hours later, when they awoke, Chinook was gone. |