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Show I 107 Farther along they came to another crevice in the shadows. But there was no leather handle, no canvas bag. "Maybe they found it," Josh said. ; "Naw, we hid it good," Cap said with a shake of his head. "Let's keep lookiri." As they trudged with the smoky torch, Josh wondered if somehow their crevice had caved in, forever hiding the gold bar from them. He thought of the many stories he had heard of people who had found gold, hidden it, and had never been able to find it again. But he did not mention the possibility to Cap. When they approached a slight turn in the tunnel, Josh slowed. Yesterday in the darkness he had not noticed the bend. Yet he felt sure they were getting near the canvas bag, and that meant they were not far from the shaft where Detective Rollins had fallen. •You think we should say hello to Mr- Rollins?" Cap said. "I feel kind of sorry for him down there." Cap's dirt-streaked face winced at the thought. "Shucks no'. He might still have that six-shooter. By now he's mad enough to blow our heads off just.for spite." With a frown Josh considered this. "Then maybe we ought to holler at him-just to see if he's still there." "Well, that wouldn't hurt none, I guess. But wait till we find the gold bar." His scowl deepening, Josh sighed, grabbed aJFirm grip on his dog's collar, and followed along behind Cap. He didn't want to go any deeper in the mine. Somehow the broken timbers, the half-collapsed walls, and the rubble on the floor in the passageway made his skin crawl. |