 “Are you certain this is the right area?” Jamal asks while Bubu scratches his head.“Jamal, I know that one rock looks like another, but this is where I left Indy. And he wasn’t exactly in a position to go get a drink of water,” you say, scratching your own head. “He’s got to be here!”But he isn’t. And just when even you are beginning to think you’re looking in the wrong tunnel, you find a message scratched in the dirt:Kid— Sorry I couldn’t stick around. The second cave-in opened a wall, revealing the most fabulous diamond supply I’ve ever seen. Funny how a few dozen jewels the size of a grapefruit can inspire a man to get himself out of a tight spot—even a tight spot like this. If you make it back to the States, look me up sometime. Indy |
