If Indy won’t go down that skinny tunnel to see if it’s full of gold, then you’re going to have to go it alone.
“Hey,” you call to him. “What does a painted red squiggle with four other red squiggles and then three dots mean?”
“Let me see that,” Indy says, pushing you aside.
Suddenly he starts digging away at the dirt wall of the mine.
“Wouldn’t it be easier to find an exit rather than dig one?” you ask.
Indy doesn’t answer, but grabs you by the shoulders and shoves your hands into the hole he is uncovering. “Dig, kid. Dig!” he says.














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