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Show 112 Chapter Fifteen Josh froze and his face went white. Whoever it was hadn't noticed him yet, but someone was not ten feet away in the car-probably sleeping. Josh fought the temptation to jump to his feet and go running through the trees. That noise would surely alert them. And what about the tire? He looked down at the cap in his hand. His fingers were shaking so badly that he steadied them with his other hand. If he now let even a puff of air from the tire, whoever was inside the car would hear and come flying out. What would Cap do in this situation? Huddled against the front of the car, Josh considered the possibilities, then gave a sharp nod. An idea had come to him. Quietly slipping his belt knife from its sheath, he half lay down to reach around behind the tire. Here he securely jammed the knife,with the handle in the dirt and the point pricked into the tire. To leave, the Blazer would have to back up. When they did, the knife would puncture the tire. Swallowing his fright, he edged back away from the knife, then lifted himself to peer carefully back over the hood. As he did so, the bumper he leaned on creaked slightly. Inside the car someone immediately bolted upright. Staring right at Josh through the windshield was the lean haggard face of Bixby. In that frozen moment the man's bloodshot eyes seemed to spark fire as his face twisted into an angry snarl. |