“I can’t go back to my parents, Mr. Jones,” you say.
“Yeah? Why not?” Indy asks.
“Because I don’t know how to get to my parents’ camp from here,” you lie. “Those warriors blindfolded me and carried me for hours.”
Something tells you that he isn’t crazy about this situation. Probably the way he looks down at the ground and shakes his head.
“Hey, I’m not just a tag-along kid. I’m quick on my feet and I’m a great shot, too,” you say, expecting that to convince him.
But something tells you that he still isn’t crazy about this situation. Probably the way he looks up at the sky and shakes his head.
















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