“Safety in numbers,” you say, yawning. “Right, Indy?”
“Right,” Indy agrees. “And besides,” he adds, looking you over, “a little snooze wouldn’t hurt any of us. Don’t worry, kid. I’ll wake you when the action starts.”
Indy keeps his word. Hours later he wakes you up when the action starts—unfortunately with his gut-wrenching screams!
You bolt to your feet to take in a hideous panorama in a second of surprise and shock. Jamal and the other bearers are tied together around a stake. And the cannibals—who reportedly never attack a group as large as this—are forcing a kicking, struggling Indy headfirst into a pot of boiling water!
This savage tribe, which time has forgotten and civilization overlooked, is cruel and primitive. And they have terrible table manners. But as a gangly warrior approaches you with his spear aimed at your head, you realize that a cannibal meal is a sight that you will never live to see.






THE END