Has anything bad happened for a long time?” It was the old fear. “I have been having second thoughts lately.” The brightness inside the tent from the open flap made him squint. His jaw clicked as he opened his mouth too wide and stretched his lean sinewy arms high above his head. “Well,” Henry replied in a shirty manner, “it’s your dig too. Ever the lazy one! “In any case, why the panic. He had had a rough journey to get to the site, at least, he deemed it so. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?” Robert rubbed his eyes, moving his head out of the sunlight that streamed into the tent. It had been a tough morning, sweat streaked the dirt on his sun-browned visage. “We are almost through.” His excitement was palpable. Henry clapped him on the shoulder to wake him. His newly arrived half-brother was resting after the journey, sipping a cool drink and lying on the single cot, looking quite nonchalant as he signalled to his brother – two fingers above the glass. Sand splattered as Henry pounded down the slope towards the too bright, white tent. To the men with rock axes he said, “hold it there a moment.” They put their tools down, resting on shovel or pick-axe handles, wiping dust from their craggy faces. “We’re breaking through!” shouted Henry Jackson to the diggers.
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