Did you bring the dynamite?” The last voice belonged to Rook.
It was a terrifying conversation to listen to. Carl felt they had made a mistake getting trapped in the cave but when they were only a few yards in and were now wearing their miner’s head lamps Carl found that the cave was more than just a mine. On the walls were dozens of cave paintings.
“We can’t let them blow this up.” Carl wailed. “We must find a way to stop this insanity. We don’t need more gold in the world but these painting are priceless, worth more than all the gold anyone could possibly get out of here.”