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camp’s periphery. He swiped his disheveled hair back from his forehead and trapped it under his hat.
    Maggie stepped back. She still wore the same khaki pants with a matching vest over a blood-red shirt. The only indicationthat Maggie had made any effort at relaxing this night was that she had untied her hair from its usual ponytail. Cascades of auburn curls, frosted silver by the night, flowed over her shoulders.
    Transfixed by the play of moonlight across Maggie’s cheeks and lips, Sam had to search for his voice. “So…what’s up?”
    As usual, her eyes didn’t seem to see Sam. “It’s that writing on the last band. The bottom one. Those missing words an’ lines. Latin’s a weird language. A single word can change the entire meaning of the message.”
    â€œYeah?”
    â€œWhat if we’re not reading it right? What if one of those missing words or lines negates our translation?”
    â€œMaybe it might…but tomorrow we’ll know the truth anyway. When we crack the tomb in the morning, it’ll be intact or it won’t.”
    A hint of irritation entered her voice. “Sam, I want to know before we open the tomb. Don’t you want to know what the conquistadors really meant to communicate on those bands?”
    â€œSure, but the words are illegible.”
    â€œI know, Sam…but that was with just alcohol cleaning.” She looked at him meaningfully.
    Suddenly Sam knew why Maggie had roused him. He kept his lips clamped tight. Two years ago, he had presented a paper on the use of a phosphorescent dye to detect and bring out the faint written images worn by time on rock and metal. He had been uniformly scoffed at for his idea.
    â€œYou packed your stuff, didn’t you?” Maggie said.
    â€œI don’t know what you’re talking about,” Sam mumbled. He had told no one, not even his uncle, that he had refused to abandon his theory, spending years researching the various viscosities of different dyes and ranges of UV light. He had kept his studies under close wrap, not wanting to humiliate himself until he could test it in the field, try it when no oneelse was around to ridicule him. Suddenly he realized he was not unlike his uncle in keeping secrets.
    Maggie’s eyes glowed in the dark. “I read your paper. You found a way to make it work, didn’t you, Sam?”
    He just stood, unblinking. How had she known? Finally, the shock faded enough for him to speak. “I think I solved it. But I haven’t had a chance to put it through a field trial.”
    Maggie pointed toward the ruins. “Then it’s about time. The others are already waiting for us by the entrance to the excavation.” She turned to leave.
    â€œOthers?”
    Glancing back over her shoulders, Maggie frowned. “Ah sure, Sam…Norman and Ralph. They should be in on this.”
    â€œI suppose.” Sam rolled his eyes, preparing himself to be humiliated if he should fail. At least, Philip had not been invited. Sam could not have tolerated failing in front of Mr. Harvard. “Let me grab my bottles and UV light.”
    As Sam reached for his tent flap, the jungle suddenly erupted in a cacophony of screeches and calls. A thousand birds burst from the canopies around the camp and took to the air.
    Maggie took a step closer to Sam. “What the hell…?”
    Sam glanced around, but the rain forest quickly settled back down. “Something must have spooked them.” He listened a bit longer, but only the humming of the generator reached his ears. The jungle lay silent, like a dark stranger staring toward them. Sam studied the forest a moment more, then turned back to his tent. “I’ll get my stuff.”
    He pushed through the flap and collected the satchel that held his dyes and special ultraviolet handlamp. As he was leaving, his eyes settled on the old Winchester. Instinctively, he grabbed it and slung it over his