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They all shook hands before the younger man wrapped his arm around Tarik and led him toward the tents.

Paige hung back as the older man stood staring at the sky with his hands on his hips.

“What’s he doing?” Dewey hissed.

“No idea. I guess he’s enjoying the stars. Come on, old man. Move it,” Paige breathed.

They waited several minutes as the man continued to eye the sky.

Paige shifted around in her crouched position. “I’m getting stiff.”

“Well, if Indiana Jones’s dad would move already, we could get going.”

Paige narrowed her eyes at the man, limned in the light streaming from the camp. “He kinda does look like Sean Connery, doesn’t he?”

“Put a three-piece suit and a tweed hat on him, and he’s basically Henry Jones, Sr.”

“And he’s an archeologist,” Paige said, trying but failing to suppress a giggle. “That’s funny.”

“Keep your laughing to yourself. He’s going to see us.”

The older man stretched his arms behind him before he finally spun and returned to the camp.

“Finally,” Paige said, rising and shaking her legs to relieve the cramps.

“Let’s go. I’m kind of excited to be in a tomb.”

“That makes one of us,” Paige said as she crept into the camp, keeping to the shadows.

“This is Cleopatra’s tomb, Paige.”

“Yeah, so what? With deadly traps–“

“That have been disabled.”

Paige narrowed her eyes as she reached the tomb entrance and stared down the long, steep slope descending under the desert sands. “Let’s hope so.”

She entered, flicking her flashlight on only after feeling her way along for the first few steps.

“Wow,” Dewey exclaimed, his claws scratching at the mesh on the carrier, “look at this.”

Paige nudged her glasses up on her nose and swung the flashlight beam from side to side, studying the murals and hieroglyphs covering the walls. “Yeah, this is pretty interesting. Too bad we can’t actually enjoy it.”

“Just be on the lookout for a purple crystal in her hands.”

“Let’s hope they drew it in a mural, because if it’s written, I’ll never be able to read it.”

They reached the end of the sloping passage and spilled into a large chamber with three doors leading to other rooms.

Paige swung the flashlight beam around the cavernous room. “Well, which door do you want?”

“Try left,” Dewey suggested.

Nodding, Paige crossed the space and ducked into the left chamber. A massive wooden ship filled it.

“Wow,” Paige murmured. “Do you think the crystal’s on the ship?”

“I doubt it,” Dewey said.