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While some try to kill him, others try to keep him alive to gain possession of the golden urn he discovered at the smuggler’s ancient dig site. Some believe it exists, while others think it’s a hoax. The police are after him because they think he killed the other group members.
Digger and Jeannie try to save the sleeping princess they know as Therena while they struggle to avoid their pursuers. In their flight, they don’t know who is trying to kill them and who is trying to help them.
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In this sequel to The Atlantis Crystal, Digger and Jeannie flee from unknown assailants while they try to solve a seven thousand year old mystery.
In this sequel to The Atlantis Crystal, Digger and Jeannie flee from unknown assailants while they try to solve a seven-thousand year old mystery: is the perfectly preserved body in the crystal pyramid really a princess from Ancient Atlantis? And, how does her body survive as if she were only sleeping?
Digger knows his boss is trying to have him killed, since he is the last member of the smuggling group. He doesn’t know who the others are shooting at him from streets and jungles in Mexico. He is no safer while he spends time on the Gulf Coast trying to find a kidnaped girl.
"How did they find us?" Jeannie whispered, while she crouched and pushed her body against the dirt wall just past the tunnel's curve. She looked at Digger but couldn't see his face clearly in the dimness. She whispered again, "Did they see us?"
Digger leaned on the other side, only five feet from her wide-eyed face. He put his right index finger to his lips and motioned as he crept forward to peek around the curve to see the entrance.
While fear squeezed her lungs, Jeannie imagined Digger's dimly lit form as that of an Indian lurking in shadows, waiting to pounce on an unsuspecting deer. She saw him halt silently, then stare at the entrance. She crouched down closer and whispered, "See anything? Damn! I feel like a trapped rat."
His hard focus stayed on the entrance as he half turned and answered in a trying-to-whisper voice, "No, nothing yet. I don't see any movement."
"Maybe they didn't see us come down here; think they'll find us?"
"Maybe they didnít recognize us even if they saw us."
"God, I hope not!" She eased closer to him, peeked toward the entrance, and added, "We've come too far for something to go wrong, now."
"We shouldíve anticipated this, anyway. There's too much at stake for them to ignore it." He glanced at Jeannie's wide, blue eyes and continued, "I don't think anything will be easy for us, now. They probably know what we're doing."
"I hope they aren't trying to kill us. Would they do that?"
"Not before they get what they want, but they could hurt us real bad before that." Digger sneaked around the curve toward the entrance, his body raising higher with each cautious step. He looked back at Jeannie's glowing eyes and said, "I don't see or hear anything up there."
"Can we leave, now? " She took a deep breath, "And this place smells so dank and moldy. Does it really smell like that, or is that just fear?"
"This tunnel is old; dirt smells rotten. It's been here over two thousand years. Bad things happened here while it was used."
While Jeannie waited for Digger to sneak closer to the entrance to see if the two men were still there looking for them, she wondered what bad things had happened in that tunnel. It was a hundred yards long and six feet wide. Every ten feet or so light and air came in through holes in the top. Her hundred pound, size four body shivered as her imagination saw lionís teeth ripping Christians to shreds in that dimness.
Digger returned and said, "That endís clear. Let's check the other end and go out there if it's clear." He noticed sprinkles of dirt on Jeannie's shoulder-length, bronze-blond hair before he continued, "The other end comes out at the ruins of the ancient temple of Telesphorus. We can get a better view there."
"I said we should go out the other end, if it's clear."
"No, that's not what I meant. What's that temple you named?"
"Telesphorus? That's the ancient Roman god of cure-revealing dreams," he answered as he eased around Jeannie toward the other end. "That's what this Asklepieion was all about."
"What are you talking about?"
"Shhhh," he hissed. "Stay close, and be quiet."
Jeannie crept behind Digger as he crouched forward. Although the tunnel was over eight feet high, they crouched anyway. They didn't see anything or hear anything through the holes above them. She stopped near the end when Digger began his cautious climb up the steps.
"See anybody? Is it clear?"
Digger didn't answer. He raised his eyes above ground level to see anyone who might be looking for them, or to see if there were any hiding places from which they could be attacked. Jeannie watched as he eased up the next step. Then she saw his body relax at his highest position.
After he peered in all directions he descended the eight steps and said, "I didn't see anyone suspicious, just lots of hiding places. Itís probably not safe to show ourselves this soon."
"So what do we do?" she stammered, clutching her arms around herself. "I'm shivering. I can't stop this damn shivering till I get out of here."
"Want my jacket?"
"I'm not cold, just shivering. I can't make my body stop trembling." She looked directly at Digger, "Now I know what a trapped rat feels like."
"Let's wait at this end a while. Maybe they didn't see us come down here. If they don't wander around too much they might not even find this tunnel." He looked back at the steps and continued, "Worst thing we can do now is show ourselves."
She nodded and squeezed herself tighter. Then she eased down the wall and sat on the dirt floor, clutching herself into a tight ball again. Digger sat beside her and put his left arm across her shoulders, still watching the top exit step.
"How long should we wait?"
"Maybe till dark. Even if we have to wait that long, it's safer."
"That's about three hours."
"I know, but we don't have a choice."
"I wouldn't mind so much if I could just stop this damn shivering. Why am I shaking so much?"