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Show 101 Shortly they felt themselves enter another large room. They had passed two more side tunnels, but had followed Chinook's lead. As they entered the room, they sidled along the wall to avoid another possible shaft. "Hey, I found some boards," Cap cried out. "Watch out for another hole," Josh warned, and then gave a grunt as he ran against a piece of machinery. As they went they kept bumping into ore cars and more machinery. "Feel around good," Cap said. "With all this stuff, there's bound to be a torch or something." On hands and knees, moving cautiously, they examined the floor near the walls. Old tin cans, machine parts, rubber hoses, and even an old magazine found their way beneath the boys' fingers. Carefully Josh hoarded the rubber hose and the magazine. Cap had two matches left, and now it seemed safe to make a torch. Finally they gathered their finds into a safe corner. "Let's give 'er a try," Cap said, striking his match and applying it to a crumpled page of the magazine. It flared up and lit the room in friendly light. Josh sat back and breathed a sigh of relief. Never had anything seemed so warm, so welcome, so vital. Now they stood and examined the room. They could see there was no hole in the area they had so carefully skirted, only more machinery. The fire blazed up and began to nibble at the rubber hose that Cap held. Josh tore another page from the magazine and added it to the little fire. He glanced at the cover. It was a 1928 copy of the Saturday Evening Post with a picture of a harness race on the cover. The hose did not light easily, but by the time half the magazine =,__._._ r^m_ed from it ag it flamed j_nt0 a nfe of its own. |