Duma Page #4

I'm not sure I want to know it, eh?

You know, in the right hands...

...this will kill anything.

Hey.

Come here. Come.

- Hide now.

- Why?

- Who is it?

- Bad people.

In here.

Come on, Duma.

We need to go farther.

There's nothing here but sand.

I can't see anything.

Come here.

Get down.

Do you know...

...how he got those black lines

on his face?

They say it's to stop the glare from

the sun during the day while they hunt.

There was a mother cheetah.

She loved her cub very much,

and one day...

...he got lost.

And she searched, and she searched.

And she called, and she called.

And she cried so long and so hard...

...that her tears made black streaks...

...down her face.

Her face...

...was stained forever...

...from her crying.

An honorable weapon...

...if there is such a thing.

For a real warrior, you know.

For you to face your enemies

and show your courage...

...eye to eye.

A lot of diamonds came out of here.

I know they did not get them all.

Always I look.

One day, I'll get lucky.

Make rich.

You. Stay.

I want to keep going.

Just one quick look. I'm coming, man.

Oh, it's an old one.

Lots of smelly old ghosts in here.

Now's our chance.

Let's go.

Come, boy.

Rip.

Rip!

Rip!

Rip!

I'm here. Hang on.

I'm trying, Rip.

Xan. Thank God for you, Xan.

Thank God for you.

Grace, we are lucky.

This little stuff. No big stuff.

Dig, boy. Dig.

Why you are stopping?

Where have you been taking us?

- I'm taking you where you want to go.

- No, you're not.

You're taking us north, not west.

I am taking you the way

to the mountains.

- It's the way to town. To the police, and...

- What are you talking about?

Collecting a reward for me

and selling Duma.

How do you get such ideas?

I am taking you north to go west.

- Lf you go straight west, it is a way to...

- You're just trying to scare me.

You want me to go your way

so you can turn us in.

- Xan.

- You go your way, and I'll go mine.

Xan, where you are going? Xan.

Come back.

You can't leave me like this, Xan.

Xan. Come back, Xan.

Xan.

Xan!

Xan, come back!

- I don't want him to follow us.

- Xan, come back.

You can't leave me in here, Xan.

We're gonna have to cross

the river tomorrow.

We're better off without him.

Come on, Duma.

You're not gonna get wet.

Quickly.

Fine, you stay there. We're going.

Hang on.

Duma!

Duma, Duma. Quickly. Come out.

Come on, Duma.

Two fast cats, eh?

Mashaka. Come here, boy.

High chance of thunderstorms

due to a low-pressure system...

...moving into the country

from the coastal area.

Back.

Hey.

Come on, run.

Duma, no.

Duma, wait.

Oh, man.

Duma?

Duma.

Duma?

Well, Mashaka.

What happened?

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