Legend of the Lost Page #4

while you can.

Here is where the next camp is,

due north of us,

through the valley of Tilemsi.

We move always toward the hills of Adras.

And from there, to Tin Reroh camp

in the Tuareg country.

Fifty-nine miles as the lizard crawls.

How do you know it?

There is no map showing the mountain.

I memorized my father's letter

and destroyed it.

I was reciting a caravan route

a few thousand years old.

Oh.

One gets to imagining strange things

in the desert.

Yeah, one meets them, too.

Do you know where we go

after sighting Mount Tahat?

There's nothing out there

but a million years of dead sand.

- Yes, there is.

- What?

I will tell you

that when we get to Mount Tahat.

Holy Mother of the Pyramids!

You're out here after treasure?

Oh! King Solomon's mines

or the golden tomb of my Aunt Minnie!

Out in the middle of nowhere,

lookin' for nothing in the wrong season!

Jeannette, you have a pal on this trip.

A fellow jackass. It's me!

- Don't you hear anything?

- Yeah.

- Jackals?

- No.

Are there any other animals

that make a noise like that?

Men.

Tuaregs.

Do you suppose they have seen us?

They've been following us for hours.

Are they friendly?

Nothing is friendly out here.

I hope they are not trailing us.

There's only one way to find out.

They still might be watching us.

They must not know what I am after.

Don't worry. Nobody pays any attention

to gold hunters in the desert

except the desert.

You think I'm a fool

who believes in fairy tales.

You're paying me a salary.

If you want to go chasing a gold pot,

I'll tag along.

I am not going after the riches for myself.

The gold I find will be used

to make my father's dream come alive.

A refuge for the needy.

A haven for the sick of soul and body.

A monument to humanity

rising out of the jungle.

That was my father's dream.

They've been here.

Must have left a couple of hours ago.

If they have left.

Shall I get firewood?

There isn't any.

They burned up all the wood years ago.

- Use those chips.

- Chips?

Camel chips. Over there. See that stuff?

Find the driest. It makes a good fire.

Easy. Take it slow.

Let's just go on about our business.

How did you get out here?

The Tuaregs brought me.

- Well, they can cart you right back.

- No.

- Go on.

- No.

I said get going. There's no place for you.

We have provisions for two.

When you left, I cried all day.

I wanted to die at the end of the night

when a man came to my room.

I hit him and ran away.

I can't live like the girl I was before.

Please, let me stay.

Haul yourself out of here.

He brushed you off in Timbuktu.

Let me stay. I'll work, I'll help.

We can't turn her away, Joe.

Forget that "we. "

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