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he glint of gold。 。 。 。 The yellow glimmer filled the kiva； winking and flashing everywhere； on the floor； on the stone banco that ran around the perimeter： the rich mellow shine of a thousand curvilinear golden surfaces。
Violently； Black withdrew his hand。 〃Break it down！〃 he cried。 〃It's stuffed with gold！〃
〃By the book； Aaron；〃 Sloane said sharply； but the exhilaration in her voice belied caution。
He seized the pick and resumed working along the top of the doorway。 Grabbing a second pick； Bonarotti stood beside him； driving it furiously into the adobe in time with Black's own blows。 Soon； the hole grew to more than two feet square。 Black stopped to jam his entire head into the opening； wedging his shoulders hard； trying to force his body through； swinging Sloane's flashlight back and forth。 But their picks had roused so much dust within the kiva that all he could see were faint golden glimmers。
The flashlight beam failed and he pulled himself back out； throwing it down in disgust。 〃More！〃 he gasped。
Outside the city； another muffled crump of thunder punctuated the obbligato whisper of rain。 But Black heard nothing except the sound of his pick on plaster； and the ragged hiss of his breath in the close air。 Reality faded into a dream。 A strange sensation filled his head； and he realized he could no longer feel his arms as they wielded the pick。
The dreamlike sense grew stronger； almost frighteningly strong； and he staggered back from the kiva； trying to clear his head。 As he did so； he felt an overwhelming tiredness。 He glanced first at Bonarotti； who was still swinging his pick in a regular； metronomic cadence； then at Sloane； waiting behind； her body still tensed with expectation。
There was a sudden crumpling of plaster； and Black swivelled his head toward the kiva。 A large chunk of adobe had e free； breaking into earth…colored chunks on the rocks below。 And now Black saw that the hole was definitely large enough to admit a person。
He picked up one of Sloane's lanterns and moved forward。 〃Get out of my way；〃 he said； peremptorily shoving Bonarotti aside。
The cook staggered back； dropped the pick； then turned to face Black； his eyes narrowing。 But Black ignored him； desperately trying to angle the lantern beam into the dusty hole。
〃Step aside；〃 came Sloane's voice from behind him。 〃I said； step aside； both of you。〃
Bonarotti hesitated a moment。 Then he took a pace back。 Black followed； surprised by the sudden cold edge to Sloane's voice。
Sloane came forward； taking another series of shots。 Then she looped the camera around her neck； turned to Black； and took the lantern from his hands。
〃Help me in；〃 she said。
Black placed his hands on her hips； pushing upward as she scrambled over the rocks and into the hole。 He could see her light striping wildly across the kiva's ceiling。 Then； suddenly； it receded to a mellow glow。 He followed quickly； scrabbling up the rocks； wriggling through the rough hole and sliding down the inner side； face…first； sprawling in an ungainly muddle； spitting out mouthfuls of dust。 A distant part of him thought that this was not exactly how Howard Carter would have gone about it。
Sloane had dropped the lantern； and it lay on its side in the dust。 Trembling with excitement； Black rose to his feet； grabbed the curved metal of the lantern's handle； and hoisted it upward。 His arm ached with the motion； and electric pains went through his lungs each time he drew in breath。 But he barely noticed： this was the moment of ultimate discovery； the defining moment of his entire life。
Bonarotti had climbed in beside him； but Black paid him no mind。 Everywhere； from all sides； the gleam of gold sprang out of the murk。 Almost snorting with excitement； he bent forward and seized the closest object…a dish； filled with some kind of powder。
Instantly； he knew something was wrong。 The dish in his hand was light； the material warm to the touch： not like gold； at all。 Tossing the powder from the bowl； he brought it closer to his face。
Then he straightened up； flinging the object away with a sob。
〃What the hell are you doing？〃 Sloane cried。
But Black did not hear her。 He looked around the Sun Kiva with a sudden； wild desperation： grabbing things； dropping them again。 It was all wrong。 He staggered； fell； then rose with an effort。 The bottomless disappointment； after such feverish hopes； was more than he could prehend。 Mechanically； he glanced at his panions。 Bonarotti stood motionless beneath the ragged hole； a thunderstruck look on his dust…caked face。
Then Black slowly turned his eyes toward Sloane。 In his pain and unutterable dismay； he could not quite prehend that her face； instead of despair； reflected shining； plete vindication。
57
IT WAS IMPOSSIBLE TO KNOW HOW MUCH TIME had passed before…at long； long last…Nora felt a cool gush of air stir the damp hair on her forehead。 Slowly； the memory of where she was and what had happened returned。 Her head throbbed mercilessly as she gulped at the fresh air。
There was a dead weight pushing against her back。 She struggled； and the weight moved slightly； allowing a dim light to filter into the cavity。 The roar in the canyon had now abated to a deep…throated； thunderous vibration that rattled her gut。 Or perhaps it was just her water…clogged ears that were muffling the sound。
Uncramping her legs and turning painfully around inside the cavity； she saw that the dead weight against her back was Smithback。 Now he was lying on his side； motionless。 His shirt lay across his chest in torn ribbons。 The light was very dim inside the cavity； but as she peered more closely she noticed； with horror； that his back was as lacerated as if it had been brutally lashed。 The leading surge of the flood had passed over them while they were jammed in the rock shelter； Smithback had shielded her…and taken the brunt of the water's force…with his own back。
Nora gently laid her head on his chest； placing a trembling hand on his face as she listened。 The heartbeat was faint； but at least it was there。 Hardly knowing what she was doing； she kissed his hands； his face。 His eyelids struggled open； the eyes beneath glassy and dull。 After a moment； the eyes focused。 His mouth moved soundlessly； his face screwing up into a rictus of pain。
Over his shoulder； beyond the lip of their little crawlspace； she could see the flood about five feet below them； now a smooth sheet of water； surging； falling； and surging again。 It had fallen since the first intense rush。 And yet Nora was surprised to see that the water seemed to be rising again； not falling。 Rivulets were trickling down the sides of the canyon and dripping outside the mouth of the cavity； and she realized that it must be raining hard again in the upper watershed。 It was not just their little space that was dark： it was growing dark outside； as well。 She must have been unconscious for hours。
〃Can you sit up？〃 she asked。 At the effort to speak； a pain stabbed through her temples。
Smithback struggled； wincing and breathing hard。 The movement brought small streams of fresh blood trickling down across his stomach and onto his thighs。 As Nora helped him into a sitting position； she got a better look at the damage that had been done to his back。
〃You saved my life；〃 said Nora； squeezing his hand。
〃It's not saved yet；〃 he gasped； shivering。
Carefully； she peered out from their shelter； scanning the rock face above for some hint of handholds。 It was polished smooth； there was no way to climb farther up。 She looked back down； thinking。 They had to get out of the crawlspace； that was certain。 They could not spend a night in there。 If the temperature continued to drop； Smithback might bee hypothermic。 And if the water rose farther…or if another flood surge came through…they could not hope to survive。 But there was no way out。
No way； except to launch themselves into the current and hope for the best。
The current just beneath their shelter was fast but smooth； a laminar flow that moved straight down the polished walls of the narrow canyon。 She watched pieces of debris flashing by； all trending toward the center。 If they could make it out i