When he stirred, the voice of Silver said beside him, in a whisper: “Be still! Don’t stir! Don’t breathe.” Taxi turned his head. He was looking out toward the source of light now, and against it he could see the dull shimmer of gold along the flank of Parade. Outside, toward the open air, there were other noises now. There was trampling through brush, and the sound of voices far off, answered nearer at hand. Then two were speaking close by. That was Pokey who cried out: “He’s got to be around here, somewhere. Jim Silver and his horse can’t evaporate, can they?” “Don’t ask me what the devil they can do,” said Barry Christian. “Well, I’ll crawl back into this here cave,” said Pokey. “You fool,” said Christian. “Even if a man could get back in there under the rock, how could a horse do it? Lie on its side and crawl like a snake?” “Yeah,” said Pokey. “But a man could get back in there.” “You’ll find Silver where you find the horse,” said Christian firmly.
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