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in front of me.
    â€œNoodle-oodle-oodle!” his cry echoed.
    I grabbed for him, but I was too late. I watched his light disappear into the darkness far below.
    â€œZeekie!” My call bounced around and around the dark cavern.
    I shined my light into the shadows. The rails that led across to the tunnel were dangling over a deep, dark chasm. Another deadly Pit!
    My brain went nuts! I must have been thrown right over the chasm. But Zeek hadn’t seen it!
    He’d fallen between the rails straight into the pit below us. And now he was gone. On his birthday! He was lost somewhere down there. I knew for sure—
    â€œUm … could I have some help here?”
    Zeek?
    I shined my light down. About halfway across the ravine, clutching the skinny rails, were two hands.
    â€œZeekie!”
    KKRRR! The rails started to wobble. They were coming loose on our side of the ravine.
    â€œThe tracks are going to fall!” he screamed.
    There was no time for anything fancy.
    I dropped to the ground and slid out onto the tracks. Rocks and ice tumbled into the ravine. The rails sagged with the weight of both of us.
    Good thing we hadn’t eaten any cake yet.
    I was flat on the rails, reaching out to Zeek, just like you reach for someone who’s fallen through the ice at a pond.
    He let go of one rail, swung up a hand and grabbed mine. He did the same with the other.
    Inch by inch, I pulled him back to the ledge. We scrambled up just in time.
    CRASH! The rails tore loose from the ledge, and the tangled mess of iron plunged into the darkness of the ravine. It made a horrible sound.
    I was shaking all over. I was so nervous, I had to sit down.
    Zeek sat next to me. “Thanks, pal. You were great.”
    â€œTwo Pits of Death in one day,” I said. “What are the odds?”
    Zeek smiled in the light from my head. “Pretty good, if you’re a Danger Guy.” He gave me a slow thumbs-up sign.
    I did the same. I was still shaking, though. “Zeek, I’ve been thinking about the cave back there. The explosion. I mean, Uggo’s just a dead Neanderthal.”
    â€œYou hope.”
    â€œNo, listen, Zeek. Cavemen don’t hum TV theme songs. You have to be alive to do that. There was someone else in that cave when we got stuck. Someone who set off that explosion. Someone who got that mining car moving. Someone in this mountain.”
    I tried to stand and look around, but I slipped on a patch of ice and knocked my head on the wall.
    Bong! It hurt. Again.
    Zeek grabbed my arm. “Hey, do that again.”
    I rubbed my dented head and gave him a look. “I don’t think so,” I said.
    â€œNo, listen. Your head bonged the wall.”
    â€œTwice.”
    â€œBut, Noodle. We don’t go bong when we hit rock , do we?” He tapped the wall. Bong-bong!
    â€œIt’s metal!” I whispered. “A door! A secret door! I knew it! Zeek, this proves there is someone else here.”
    â€œSomeone who likes caves and knows TV songs?”
    â€œRight.” I searched the wall all around the door. Then I stopped. I found what I was looking for.
    I turned to Zeek and pointed to a little red button on the wall. “There’s only one way to find out for sure.”
    Zeek looked at the red button. “What are we going to find in there, Noodle?”
    I shrugged. “Could be something very normal. Another dark tunnel, maybe. Just rocks and ice.”
    â€œYeah, or …?”
    â€œOr, it could be something totally dangerous.”
    Zeek was quiet for a little while. He shook his head. Then he started to smile. “It’s that danger thing, isn’t it? It just takes over.”
    I nodded. “Yep.”
    Zeek zipped his jacket all the way up. I tied my crusty bootlaces tight.
    We did our thumbs-up. We were ready.
    I pressed the button.
    VRRRRRUMP! The wall slid up and away.
    Yeah, it could have been something very normal.
    But it