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Show 106 Chapter Fourteen The tunnel looked different with a torch. Now by its light Josh knew why they had stumbled so much and smacked into so many obstacles. The going was far from smooth, with protrusions jutting from the rock walls, shoring timbers leaning askew and jagged rocks littering the floor. His forehead still hurt from a cut he had received hours earlier when he had banged into the wall. Remembering the dangers of yesterday, the two boys paused periodically as they went. Now there were no sounds, save for the groans and the strains of the timbers and the rock walls. When the blackness closed around them once more, in spite of the friendly warmth of the torch Josh felt the knots grip tighter in his stomach. More than anything in the world he wanted to be out of this mountain, away from this place and away from men who wanted to catch them-or worse. He shook his head. Right now they should be running toward town instead of creeping through a stupid tunnel again. The mountain had let them go. Why had they been dumb enough to tempt it again? With a cry, Cap trotted toward a crack in the wall, thrust: ng the torch forward. After a moment he turned with a puzzled look. "Hey, the gold's not here," he said grimly. "It's farther on up," Josh said with a shake of his head. He remembered that the crevice angled nearly sideways near the tunnel ceiling, and this one went straight up. |