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Show 119 Mayor Okleberry shrugged his shoulders and pretended to be interested in the clown. "What can I tell him? The gold's gone. We owe the state our taxes." "It was a bad idea. The gold bar, I mean." "It was not a good idea," the mayor agreed glumly. Just then the governor's procession, with tiny flags flying on the bumpers of his limousine, nudged slowly along the edge of the park. People began to point and some came running to peek inside the car windows for a glimpse of the governor. "Looks like the governor's here now," Mayor Okleberry said with the enthusiasm of a man welcoming his firing squads . With narrowed eyes and furrowed brow, he watched the dignified procession edge closer. Slowly, reluctantly the mayor rose and took his place at the podium to welcome the entourage of the governor. At the opposite end of the park, however, near Windfall Creek bridge, suddenly a commotion broke out on the fringes of the crowd. "Move aside! Move aside! Dog team comin' through!" Josh shouted to the wall of people before them. "Hurry, make way I We got important cargo!" The people looked back, laughed at the strange sight, and began to open a pathway toward the bandstand. Straining, shouting, the boys struggled forward. The crowd, thinking them part of the celebration, widened the lane in front of them and ripples of applause broke out as they passed. Indeed the little trio was a cause for wonder. In the lead Josh O'Tosh was nearly unrecognizable: his clothes torn, his hair in his eyes, |