The next morning after getting feed to both mules and horses Frank started down the trail toward the digs. A happy young man he would with the return to home be even more renown for living through the holocaust he was about to make happen.
Twenty seven sticks of Dynamite was sure enough to bring down a third of the mountain. The rock and tailings would cover the University's dig for years to come. Then anyone around would never again look for the bodies that really weren't there. The other's long since sold as the animals they became would also leave no trace. A perfect plan and one he knew would work for the professor and him.
The dig was in sight but the trail had a wide spot where something happened. Frank looked about and hanging from bushes and branches were torn pieces of clothing. He knelt down to see not two trails of what looked like horse hoof prints, but three trails.
As he turned to walk the trail again it caught his eye. There hanging by it's golden chain was the Medallion on a tree branch. Frank plucked the prize and put it in his pocket. He didn't need any fond wish to send him galloping off to some pasture!
Soon the Dynamite was planted high above the digs. The fuse was lighted, it was time to get the heck away. Frank ran down the mountain path and was about where he'd found the Medallion only an hour or so before. The sweat running down his face he reached into a pocket for a hankie to wipe the drips running from his forehead.
Little had he noticed how the golden chain was wrapped with the Medallion over his finger as the hot sweat was dried away.
"Damn it's hot, that damn run down the mountain cliff might have been easy for Simon now that he's a mountain goat buck!" Huffing and panting he leaned over to catch his breathe and stop the head from spinning.
Another wipe of the sweat and the fuse was soon to blow. Wham! went the blast as Frank looked up and seeing a large wedge of rock coming his way he started to run up the trail to camp.
As rocks rained down into the rain forest around him Frank thought of Simon and his large and agile body. "I wish like Simon my legs were as quick and nimble, a South American Greek God Pan is what I need to be and out run the rock and debris." mumbled Frank as he was almost to camp.
Indeed the rocks and dirt rained down covering the dig for years to come. Frank burst from the thick rain forest and came face to face with Manjo the head porter from base camp.
The explosion, the flying rocks falling all around the encampment and then Frank bursting out from the thick overgrowth made Manjo scream for God's mercy. Frank having run the last half mile was needless to say out of breath and ready to collapse.
"I see even Mister Careful has a big imagination and plans to remain here in the Amazon forests!" said the professor.