Excerpt
“Oh, my! Kim, bring me the coin, quick,” I nearly shouted.
Kim fell to her knees at my side, fumbling to get the coin out of her pocket.
“What is it?” she asked.
“Look here,” I pointed at a tiny opening above a row of hieroglyphics and just above the opening were the same type of stones as that on the coin.
“It’s the same,” she whispered, “and look, the engravings match, too.”
“This is amazing,” I panted with excitement, “the same writing, the same stones and...” I held my breath while placing the coin to the opening, matching the shape perfectly, “the same size.”
“This is it, this has to be it. Now we’ll see what all the fuss over this coin is really about,” Kim smiled triumphantly.
“Okay, my dears, it’s time to go,” Uncle Mitchell said happily as he maneuvered his rather large body size back into the chamber. He stopped abruptly when he spied us on the floor at the foot of the sarcophagus and his smile quickly faded. “What is it you are doing?” he asked.
Kim and I looked up and smiled politely, hoping to cover up any suspicions, but before we could give him an answer there was a slight rumbling and shaking from above, forcing Uncle Mitchell to look away, and then sand began to sift in through the ceiling. Cries from the workers could be heard, joined in with those of our moms; then there was a loud splintering of wood. Kim took that opportunity to secretly grab the coin and stuff it in her pocket.
“Move! Quickly!” Uncle Mitchell ordered.
We sprang to our feet and ran for the entrance, but it was too late, sand poured in blocking the way out. We were trapped!