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Show 99 Chapter Thirteen Coming awake was like the continuation of a nightmare. Josh lay filled with the terror of not knowing where he was, not being able to see even with his eyes open-as if the dream refused to end. Slowly he felt around, then sat up in panic. He had dreamed he had gone blind. "Cap?" he called, trying to hide the quaver in his voice. He swept his arms over the rock floor, and finally touched Cap's leg. Cap groaned and stretched alongside him. Around them there was stony black silence. Nothing moved. "We been asleep," Josh said as Cap sat up. He heard his friend yawn. "Well, then it should be safe to skedaddle out of here. If them galoots are still alive, they've probably cleared out by now. Wish we knew what time it is." "Me too," Josh sighed. Neither had brought a watch. Mountain men had little need of knowing the time. Cap got to his feet and snorted. "It's liable to be the middle of the night. Maybe even mornin'-" "Chinook?" Josh called, suddenly aware that his dog wa3 not at his side. "Chinook! Come on, Boy'." Nothing stirred. "He's gone." "Gone? Then maybe the dumb mutt went for help for once." "Aw, c'mon, Cap. He coulda led us outa here." After another moment, Josh asked what had been bothering him. "Cap. . . are we lost?" |