Ace in the Hole Page #5

Here.

Over here.

Hello, Leo. How do you feel?

Not so bad any more.

I thought nobody would ever come.

Anything hurt? Any bones broken?

No, I guess not.

Can't you get your

legs out from under?

What do you think I've

been trying to do?

They're pinned under me.

Maybe I can help.

Hey, watch it! Watch it!

You want those rocks to

come down on my head?

I didn't know they were that shaky.

They're all pretty shaky.

It's an old place been coming

apart for a long time.

Looks like we'll have to

take them out one by one.

Don't try it by yourself.

It's gonna take a lot of figuring.

The way they are now, if one goes,

they'll all go, roof and everything.

I see what you mean. Well, here.

Wrap yourself in this blanket.

And get some of this hot

coffee inside of you.

Thanks, mister.

- Cigar.

- Your wife sent them.

She did? That's funny. She always

beefs when I smoke a cigar.

- Hey, what's your name, mister?

- Charlie Tatum.

Just driving by the trading

post when I heard about it.

Hey, what happened to

those other fellows?

I heard them, but they went away.

Why don't they do something

about getting me out?

Easy, Leo. They'll get you out.

But you know what you just said.

It takes figuring, maybe

some special equipment.

They're not gonna leave

me here overnight?

They'll do it as fast as they

can, but they got to do it right.

Yeah, I know. Only that's

a pretty heavy mountain.

Tell me, Leo. How'd it happen?

I...

I guess I crawled in too far this time.

You've got to, to find a good one.

Back there, it's pretty

well cleaned out.

But I found me a beauty.

Worth 50 bucks any day.

Just then the whole floor

caved in under me.

I guess maybe they didn't

want me to have it.

They? Who are they?

The Indian dead. They're

all around here.

This is a tomb, mister,

with mummies 400 years old.

They used to bury them here

with these jars alongside,

you know, full of corn and wampum.

That's worthwhile

knowing, Leo. Go on.

I...

I guess maybe they've been

watching me all the time

I've been taking things

out of here and got mad.

Bad spirits, huh?

I guess you're gonna laugh

at me, think I'm crazy.

But when you lie down here all by

yourself, you get to thinking.

Do me a favour, will you?

Hold up that jar again.

And look at me.

- Hey, what are you doing?

- Taking your picture.

What for?

- Gonna put it in the paper.

- What kind of paper?

In a newspaper in Albuquerque.

- My picture?

- Certainly.

- Honest?

- Everybody'll want to see how you look.

And I'm gonna write a story.

They'll wanna know all about you.

They'll be pulling for you.

How do you like that?

Me in a paper.

- Let's take another one, Leo.

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