I hoped the sentence via smoke signal was accurate. Le sigh, I’ll be dead soon – old bag that I am – if I can’t get my message through. Still, I have some fight left in me. I may wail it across the canyon, the shouting ricocheting like a million voices off the cliffs. They won’t be able to deny getting the message then! Skip wasn’t at the tunnel yet, and it would slow me down. There was no way I could throw all the gold into the minecart by myself. And if I did, it would probably kill me.