“I can read between the lines,” Indy says, pushing his hat back on his head. “This place probably has more booby traps than a fun house. It would take weeks to locate whatever treasure is here—assuming no one else has found it first. Get the picture, kid?”
“Then I’ll find it myself,” you say, marching down a tunnel in the opposite direction.
The farther you go, following the braid of tunnels, the colder it gets and the fainter your lantern glows. The air is getting thin.
As you turn another corner, something crunches under your feet like day-old snow. Diamonds? Beads? You bend down excitedly and find a floor covered with disintegrating bones! The tunnel is littered with hundreds of skeletons.
“Great treasure, kid,” Indiana Jones says, sneaking up on you with a laugh. “Your dog’s gonna love it.”










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