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Hello, sorry, I needed more time for the mine way, but now it is finished.

Alright. The mines are similar like the mines in the video game, just to have an imagine of the area, with some changes.

30. What does it mean?

"Here we are," Bill spat and waved his hand ahead.
Rango looked curiously in this direction.
Not far away, there lay high cliffs.
"You can enter the mines there," Bill said and pointed at a tubular tunnel, which guided through the high stone walls.
"So, I showed you the way," Bill commented. "In this case, may I trouble you for my hat, please?"
Rango gave him a suspiciously look. "I will hold your hat until it is all over."
Bill's eyes grew wide. "What?! You don't want to say…"
"Yes, we will go into the mines together," Rango interrupted him.
"But I can't, I'm injured…"
"Bill!" Rango pointed on his hat.
Bill sighed deeply before he agreed. "Alright."
Rango nodded satisfied and rode first, while Bill hesitated a moment.
The Gila monster bit his underlip with disgust. "What a damn day."

They guided their roadrunners down in front of the pipe. Then they climbed down. Bill moaned a little when he felt the pain in his sides.
"Are you okay?" Rango asked.
"None of your business," Bill replied.
Both looked at the metallic tunnel. Rango went ahead. "Alright. Let's go."
Bill wanted to follow him, but suddenly he hesitated. He looked around and flicked his tongue in and out.
"Bill? Are you coming?" Rango asked and stopped.
"Uhm, yes," Bill replied and scratched his head. But then he remembered of his hat and ran forward.
"I go first," he said and pushed Rango aside. "Maybe you could get lost."
Rango shook his head with disgust. "It is a one way."
Bill didn't take care for Rango's protest and went into the tube. Rango followed him angry but carefully.
It didn't take much time and they reached the end of the metallic tunnel.
Sunlight came again and shined into a little canyon. Bill stopped and Rango walked on his side. In front of them the area of the mines.
Rango whistled adoringly. Stony perpendicular rock walls on the left and on the right, connected with wooden bridges and wooden sidewalks which where built tight on the stone walls. His eyes wandered to the left when he realized a warning sign.
"Warning! Entry at your own risk!"
"Alright," the chameleon said and fight away a uneasy feeling inside his stomach. "Now we have to find the right way."
He walked ahead over a wooden sidewalk and some bridges until he stopped in front of a cave.
"Mmmmh. Question. Is that the right entrance or not?"
Bill tipped his forehead. "What about if you use your brain, instead to speculate?"
Rango snorted aggrievedly. "So, do you know where we have to go?"
Bill rolled his eyes and leaned himself against a stone. "Coincidentally, I know this place very well. I was here very often."
"Without permission?"
"How else, dummy. This is one of many mines. Over there, there are more entrances."
Rango looked around and realized the other caves which lay in other highs. Some of them were closed with wooden boards.
"But which one is the right one?"
Bill hissed. "Are you stupider than you are looking? I also remember the first letters. If you would read it with more brain you would find the solution, too."
Rango clapped his hand on his head. "Of course. Sorry, but there are so many things in my brain…"
"Yes, yes," Bill said bored.
The chameleon took out the paper and read: " M1N3 – 2 – L – # - R - % - HH – O >>>> - 4 – / / L - *** - $ / / R – TT XXX TT."
When he finished he stopped and looked at it thoughtfully. "Sounds strange. Very strange."
He looked at Bill. The Gila monster raised an eyebrow, as if he would ask him, whether he would be stupid like corn.
"M1N3 – 2," Rango muttered. "Mmmmh. Looks familiar. It that…"
"Is the penny dropped?"
"I think yes. 1 and 3 are for letters I and E. MINE. The mines."
Bill nodded.
"And behind it, a number 2. In this case, it has to be Mine 2. But which one is mine 2?"
"I think we can find it this way," Bill said condescendingly and pointed at a cage with ropes.
"Looks like a lift."
"Oh, you are in state of thinking? I'm impressed," Bill said sarcastically.
They walked into the cage and the lift moved up to the next floor few meters higher.
When they arrived, they entered a wooden footbridge. On the left and on the right side were caves again.
Rango looked to the left and to the right. "Okay, which is the one?"
Bill grabbed his neck and turned him to the left side. "What about this hole with the sign "Mine 2"?
Rango forced a smile. "Oh, yes, of course."
He freed himself and walked to the mine. Carefully he came closer and took a look at it. Few old wooden boards were nailed on it. Rango peeked inside.
"It's dark. We need some light."
"Something like this?"
Bill stood beside some boxes with all kind of mine material, like oil lamps, pickaxes, shovels and protective helmets.
Rango nodded hastily. "That's exactly what we need."
They took an oil lamp and a pickaxe. Rango put on protective helmet and looked at Bill.
"You not?"
"I'm waiting for my hat."
"You need a protective helmet. That's regulation."
"I give damn on that. Go ahead."
"Alright. Alright. Let's go inside."
With effort, he managed to remove some old wooden beams. Bill was incapable to take some work with his injuries. When it was done, Rango took an oil lamp, but then he hesitated.
"Uh… we forgot the fire."
"Need a hand?" Bill asked and took some matchsticks out of his pocket.
"Thanks."
Bill grinned. "Good thing that I'm a smoker."
Rango narrowed his eyes and lighted the oil lamp on.
They went a few steps inside and inspected the stony tunnel with the light, which was blocked up with stable beams.
"So this is the main corridor of this mine," Rango muttered.
"Oh, really? I would never have thought," Bill muttered.
Rango ignored his comment and they went through the tunnel. Bill had troubles to follow him in same pace and it became colder and colder. They went along until they reached a fork.
Rango picked up the paper and held the oil lamp over it.
"The next letter is an "L"," Rango read. "L? L. What should that mean?"
"Maybe for "left"," Bill said bored.
Rango thought a moment, and then he nodded. "Yes, in this case, we go left."
Bill sighed deeply and thought: "What an idiot for a sheriff."
It took more than five minutes until Bill stopped.
"Not so fast," The Gila monster gasped and leaned against the stony wall.
Rango turned around and looked at him reproachfully. "Bill. There is no time to take a rest now."
"You can talk. Should I break down deadly? Tell me better, what's the next symbol?"
Rango skimmed the paper. "Next symbol is a #."
"#?"
Rango nodded. "Yes."
They looked around.
"But what does it mean?" Rango asked to himself. "Maybe someone painted this symbol on the wall."
When Bill had recovered a little, they went on, always scanning the stone wall.
"Hey!"
Rango stopped and turned around to Bill. The big lizard stood beside a blocked tunnel, completely nailed with boards. Bill knocked against the wooden wall, which blocked the mine way.
"Could the symbol mean, blocked ways?"
Rango petted his chin. "Mmmh. Possible. But if not…"
"I flout your speculations!" With these words, Bill grabbed the pickaxe and struck at the boards. The wood was old enough and caved in after some strikes.
Suddenly, Bill hunched moaning and lowered the pickaxe.
"Bill? Are you okay?"
"Continue," Bill said with pressed voice and thrusted it into his hands. "I need a rest."
Rango sighed deeply and removed the necessary woods, which blocked the entry.
At last, it was done. Rango took the oil lamp and put his head inside the hole.
Cold musty air met his nose.
"Iiieg! I hope it is not a corpse or similar."
He grimaced and fanned air himself.
Bill grinned. „Close your nose and continue."
"I thought you need a rest," Rango mumbled while he still held his nose.
"Forget it," Bill said and climbed though the entry.
They followed the old corridor until they reached a parting of the ways.
"R", Rango read. "To the right. It seems to be not difficult. Maybe no long and we have attaint the place."
Bill unconvinced. "It would surprise me. Especially with you."
Rango ignored his sarcasms. "The next symbol is very strange. "%." I'm curious what that means…"
He stopped. Bill crashed against his back. "Hey! Are you glued?"
He looked over his head. "No that's not true, is it?"
Not far away, there was broken a railroad track bridge over a little gulch. In front part, the one side was gone and made a bridge of a single rail.
"I think, we have to balance."
"Balance?" Bill asked unbelievably. "Your turn."
Rango snorted. "Alright. But if I fall, your hat will fall with me."
Bill jumped forward. "Give me my hat!"
Rango fled aside. "Don't worry. Don't worry. For a lizard like me, it's no problem to balance."
"You can talk…"
"Ho, ho. Calm down. I will show it to you."
With these words, Rango put the hat on his helmet and took the oil lamp in his hand. Then he walked forward and shifted from one foot to another.
Bill pressed his hands together nervously. Always looking on the hat on Rango's helmet.
At last, Rango arrived the second rail side and the rest of the way bridge was a breeze.
When Rango entered firm ground again he turned around and waved his hands.
"Very easy! Your turn!"
Bill just wanted to leave that place, but Rango shouldn't take the gold for his own and asides from that Rango still held his hat.
Carefully Bill took one step forward on the metallic rail.
It creaked loudly. Dust trickled down into the dark crevice.
He spread the arms automatically and moved a foot forward. He nutated softly but he pulled himself together as well as he could.
Suddenly a sharp pain went through his body. He lost the balance and…
"AHHHH!"
He fell to the side. Suddenly something held his arm and held it tight.
Bill looked up and saw how the chameleon held the heavy lizard with trembling body.
Bill looked at the chameleon surprised. Rango grinned forcedly. "Luck that the other rail side is undamaged."
Rango held his arm while he held with his tail the other rail side. Rango pooled his strengths and managed it to hold back the Gila monster on the feet.
Rango waved his head to the side. "Don't worry. Come to the front. Don't look down."
Bill didn't answered back, he was still in state of shock. In obedience he let guide from the little lizard until they reached the undamaged rail part and few steps more they arrived the save stone ground.
After that, Bill sank to the ground and panted exhausted. Rango sighed with relief and cleaned his clothes from dust. Then he picked up the oil lamp.
Bill looked at him. For a moment, it looked like a "thank you" on his mouth. But then the lizard shook his head and stood up. "Nice. Let's go on."
He grabbed the oil lamp and let the chameleon stand there. Rango sighed. "That figures."
They followed the corridor until the cave became bigger.
Rango pointed forward. "Hey. Look at this."
They entered a gigantic cave, which were built like a circle and was connected with several rails for the mine trails.
"Wow. What a…"
"Spare your comments, and let's go on," Bill interrupted him and took the paper out of his pocket.
"Hey!"
"HH – O >>>> - 4 – / / ," Bill read. "What a damn secretiveness had invented that ill guy?"
"HH?" Rango repeated. "Either something looks like H or two Hs, or it is a symbolic for a word."
"Or a ladder."
"Mmmh?"
Bill pointed down on the sheer rock wall, where a wooden ladder was standing.
"Uh… I think that's more possible. Maybe that "HH" should be a picture for the rungs of a ladder."
"You go first."
Rango sighed. "Of course."
Rango climbed down. When he arrived the ground, Bill followed him. But on half way, a rung broke and Bill fell down the rest of the way. With clunked crash, he hit the ground.
"Ouch!"
"Are you hurt?" Rango asked worried.
"No! I whimper for fun," Bill replied sarcastically and stood up with effort.
Rango snorted and looked at the broken ladder. "Maybe you should reduce your weight."
"Did you say something?!" Bill asked warningly.
"No, no. Nothing. Let's continue. Next is a "O". Mmmh. Could be the circle where we are standing now. Then, >>>> - 4."
The chameleon looked around. Around them in the stone circle walls were caves again.
"Maybe we should go right direction until cave 4 and…"
Bill grabbed his shirt and pulled him to the fourth cave.
"Alright," Rango said, while they went into the cave. "Don't know. Two solidi. Is that a meaning? There is no line between them…"
Bill stopped and Rango crashed against him. In front of them a next fork. With asking look the two reptiles stood there.
"Mmmmh. That's strange," Rango muttered.
"What?"
"Look."
The chameleon pointed at the corresponding line. .
"L - *** - $ / / R - TT XXX TT. "L" means maybe left way, and "R" right way."
"But what means TT and XXX?"
Rango shrugged his shoulders. "XXX? Kissing?"
Bill jumped backwards. "Not with me!"
Rango chuckled, then he cleaned his throat. "Maybe we should take a look at right…"
Bill interrupted him. "Damn! Unimportant. Look. The dollar symbol must be the gold!"
"What means ***?"
"Let find it out. Can't wait to feel the gold in my hands."
So they decided to go left, without to look what's in the right corridor.
When they walked a few meters, they knew what *** meant.
In a side corridor lay a hill of stones.
"I think it shall mean, stones in way," Rango commented.
"The gold must be behind them," Bill said excited and flicked his tongue. "I think I can smell the gold."
Rango rolled his eyes. "Really?"
"In contrast to you, I have better abilities than you."
Rango snorted. "I can change my skin colour."
Bill waved his hand with disgust. "How boring."
"Bill! I…"
"Stop talking!" Bill interrupted. "Clear away the stones."
Rango swallowed down his reproach and together they thrush aside the stones.
After a while, a wooden box became visible. Blocked with a padlock.
Rango pulled on it but it didn't open. "How sad. I have no key…"
Bill grabbed a stone and hit the padlock with all force. The old key was old enough to break away after the first hits.
Rango scratched his head. "Well, that's also an alternative way."
Bill took the lid of the box and lifted it up. Inside lay many sacks. With trembling hands Bill grabbed one sack and opened it. Rango held the oil lamp higher.
Both opened their mouths.
"Holly… damn… my best dream," Bill mumbled.
"A dream?" Rango asked. "I had better dreams."
But he had to admit what he saw was more than happiness.
The sack had filled with gold nuggets as big as nuts.
Bill held the sack over his head. "Damn that over one million I think. When we will count it…"
"But Bill. The gold doesn't belong us."
Bill winced. "What silly stuff are you talking about?"
"The gold is stolen. It belongs the owners."
Bill growled and put the sack back to the box. "Are you stupid in your brain?! This gold could solute all our problems."
"Not all," Rango muttered and sighed deeply.
Bill snorted. "Buy another girl for you. There are more than million females in the world."
"But not her!" Rango shouted. "And the gold we will bring to the right owner!"
"Never!" Bill yelled and hit on Rango's fingers. "If you don't want the gold, I will take it for me alone, Mister Righteousness."
"Granulation, gentlemen!"
Both turned around.
Bill sighed deeply. "Not again."

:D (Big Grin) — Description
Hello, sorry, I needed more time for the mine way, but now it is finished.

Alright. The mines are similar like the mines in the video game, just to have an imagine of the area, with some changes.

30. What does it mean?

"Here we are," Bill spat and waved his hand ahead.
Rango looked curiously in this direction.
Not far away, there lay high cliffs.
"You can enter the mines there," Bill said and pointed at a tubular tunnel, which guided through the high stone walls.
"So, I showed you the way," Bill commented. "In this case, may I trouble you for my hat, please?"
Rango gave him a suspiciously look. "I will hold your hat until it is all over."
Bill's eyes grew wide. "What?! You don't want to say…"
"Yes, we will go into the mines together," Rango interrupted him.
"But I can't, I'm injured…"
"Bill!" Rango pointed on his hat.
Bill sighed deeply before he agreed. "Alright."
Rango nodded satisfied and rode first, while Bill hesitated a moment.
The Gila monster bit his underlip with disgust. "What a damn day."

They guided their roadrunners down in front of the pipe. Then they climbed down. Bill moaned a little when he felt the pain in his sides.
"Are you okay?" Rango asked.
"None of your business," Bill replied.
Both looked at the metallic tunnel. Rango went ahead. "Alright. Let's go."
Bill wanted to follow him, but suddenly he hesitated. He looked around and flicked his tongue in and out.
"Bill? Are you coming?" Rango asked and stopped.
"Uhm, yes," Bill replied and scratched his head. But then he remembered of his hat and ran forward.
"I go first," he said and pushed Rango aside. "Maybe you could get lost."
Rango shook his head with disgust. "It is a one way."
Bill didn't take care for Rango's protest and went into the tube. Rango followed him angry but carefully.
It didn't take much time and they reached the end of the metallic tunnel.
Sunlight came again and shined into a little canyon. Bill stopped and Rango walked on his side. In front of them the area of the mines.
Rango whistled adoringly. Stony perpendicular rock walls on the left and on the right, connected with wooden bridges and wooden sidewalks which where built tight on the stone walls. His eyes wandered to the left when he realized a warning sign.
"Warning! Entry at your own risk!"
"Alright," the chameleon said and fight away a uneasy feeling inside his stomach. "Now we have to find the right way."
He walked ahead over a wooden sidewalk and some bridges until he stopped in front of a cave.
"Mmmmh. Question. Is that the right entrance or not?"
Bill tipped his forehead. "What about if you use your brain, instead to speculate?"
Rango snorted aggrievedly. "So, do you know where we have to go?"
Bill rolled his eyes and leaned himself against a stone. "Coincidentally, I know this place very well. I was here very often."
"Without permission?"
"How else, dummy. This is one of many mines. Over there, there are more entrances."
Rango looked around and realized the other caves which lay in other highs. Some of them were closed with wooden boards.
"But which one is the right one?"
Bill hissed. "Are you stupider than you are looking? I also remember the first letters. If you would read it with more brain you would find the solution, too."
Rango clapped his hand on his head. "Of course. Sorry, but there are so many things in my brain…"
"Yes, yes," Bill said bored.
The chameleon took out the paper and read: " M1N3 – 2 – L – # - R - % - HH – O >>>> - 4 – / / L - *** - $ / / R – TT XXX TT."
When he finished he stopped and looked at it thoughtfully. "Sounds strange. Very strange."
He looked at Bill. The Gila monster raised an eyebrow, as if he would ask him, whether he would be stupid like corn.
"M1N3 – 2," Rango muttered. "Mmmmh. Looks familiar. It that…"
"Is the penny dropped?"
"I think yes. 1 and 3 are for letters I and E. MINE. The mines."
Bill nodded.
"And behind it, a number 2. In this case, it has to be Mine 2. But which one is mine 2?"
"I think we can find it this way," Bill said condescendingly and pointed at a cage with ropes.
"Looks like a lift."
"Oh, you are in state of thinking? I'm impressed," Bill said sarcastically.
They walked into the cage and the lift moved up to the next floor few meters higher.
When they arrived, they entered a wooden footbridge. On the left and on the right side were caves again.
Rango looked to the left and to the right. "Okay, which is the one?"
Bill grabbed his neck and turned him to the left side. "What about this hole with the sign "Mine 2"?
Rango forced a smile. "Oh, yes, of course."
He freed himself and walked to the mine. Carefully he came closer and took a look at it. Few old wooden boards were nailed on it. Rango peeked inside.
"It's dark. We need some light."
"Something like this?"
Bill stood beside some boxes with all kind of mine material, like oil lamps, pickaxes, shovels and protective helmets.
Rango nodded hastily. "That's exactly what we need."
They took an oil lamp and a pickaxe. Rango put on protective helmet and looked at Bill.
"You not?"
"I'm waiting for my hat."
"You need a protective helmet. That's regulation."
"I give damn on that. Go ahead."
"Alright. Alright. Let's go inside."
With effort, he managed to remove some old wooden beams. Bill was incapable to take some work with his injuries. When it was done, Rango took an oil lamp, but then he hesitated.
"Uh… we forgot the fire."
"Need a hand?" Bill asked and took some matchsticks out of his pocket.
"Thanks."
Bill grinned. "Good thing that I'm a smoker."
Rango narrowed his eyes and lighted the oil lamp on.
They went a few steps inside and inspected the stony tunnel with the light, which was blocked up with stable beams.
"So this is the main corridor of this mine," Rango muttered.
"Oh, really? I would never have thought," Bill muttered.
Rango ignored his comment and they went through the tunnel. Bill had troubles to follow him in same pace and it became colder and colder. They went along until they reached a fork.
Rango picked up the paper and held the oil lamp over it.
"The next letter is an "L"," Rango read. "L? L. What should that mean?"
"Maybe for "left"," Bill said bored.
Rango thought a moment, and then he nodded. "Yes, in this case, we go left."
Bill sighed deeply and thought: "What an idiot for a sheriff."
It took more than five minutes until Bill stopped.
"Not so fast," The Gila monster gasped and leaned against the stony wall.
Rango turned around and looked at him reproachfully. "Bill. There is no time to take a rest now."
"You can talk. Should I break down deadly? Tell me better, what's the next symbol?"
Rango skimmed the paper. "Next symbol is a #."
"#?"
Rango nodded. "Yes."
They looked around.
"But what does it mean?" Rango asked to himself. "Maybe someone painted this symbol on the wall."
When Bill had recovered a little, they went on, always scanning the stone wall.
"Hey!"
Rango stopped and turned around to Bill. The big lizard stood beside a blocked tunnel, completely nailed with boards. Bill knocked against the wooden wall, which blocked the mine way.
"Could the symbol mean, blocked ways?"
Rango petted his chin. "Mmmh. Possible. But if not…"
"I flout your speculations!" With these words, Bill grabbed the pickaxe and struck at the boards. The wood was old enough and caved in after some strikes.
Suddenly, Bill hunched moaning and lowered the pickaxe.
"Bill? Are you okay?"
"Continue," Bill said with pressed voice and thrusted it into his hands. "I need a rest."
Rango sighed deeply and removed the necessary woods, which blocked the entry.
At last, it was done. Rango took the oil lamp and put his head inside the hole.
Cold musty air met his nose.
"Iiieg! I hope it is not a corpse or similar."
He grimaced and fanned air himself.
Bill grinned. „Close your nose and continue."
"I thought you need a rest," Rango mumbled while he still held his nose.
"Forget it," Bill said and climbed though the entry.
They followed the old corridor until they reached a parting of the ways.
"R", Rango read. "To the right. It seems to be not difficult. Maybe no long and we have attaint the place."
Bill unconvinced. "It would surprise me. Especially with you."
Rango ignored his sarcasms. "The next symbol is very strange. "%." I'm curious what that means…"
He stopped. Bill crashed against his back. "Hey! Are you glued?"
He looked over his head. "No that's not true, is it?"
Not far away, there was broken a railroad track bridge over a little gulch. In front part, the one side was gone and made a bridge of a single rail.
"I think, we have to balance."
"Balance?" Bill asked unbelievably. "Your turn."
Rango snorted. "Alright. But if I fall, your hat will fall with me."
Bill jumped forward. "Give me my hat!"
Rango fled aside. "Don't worry. Don't worry. For a lizard like me, it's no problem to balance."
"You can talk…"
"Ho, ho. Calm down. I will show it to you."
With these words, Rango put the hat on his helmet and took the oil lamp in his hand. Then he walked forward and shifted from one foot to another.
Bill pressed his hands together nervously. Always looking on the hat on Rango's helmet.
At last, Rango arrived the second rail side and the rest of the way bridge was a breeze.
When Rango entered firm ground again he turned around and waved his hands.
"Very easy! Your turn!"
Bill just wanted to leave that place, but Rango shouldn't take the gold for his own and asides from that Rango still held his hat.
Carefully Bill took one step forward on the metallic rail.
It creaked loudly. Dust trickled down into the dark crevice.
He spread the arms automatically and moved a foot forward. He nutated softly but he pulled himself together as well as he could.
Suddenly a sharp pain went through his body. He lost the balance and…
"AHHHH!"
He fell to the side. Suddenly something held his arm and held it tight.
Bill looked up and saw how the chameleon held the heavy lizard with trembling body.
Bill looked at the chameleon surprised. Rango grinned forcedly. "Luck that the other rail side is undamaged."
Rango held his arm while he held with his tail the other rail side. Rango pooled his strengths and managed it to hold back the Gila monster on the feet.
Rango waved his head to the side. "Don't worry. Come to the front. Don't look down."
Bill didn't answered back, he was still in state of shock. In obedience he let guide from the little lizard until they reached the undamaged rail part and few steps more they arrived the save stone ground.
After that, Bill sank to the ground and panted exhausted. Rango sighed with relief and cleaned his clothes from dust. Then he picked up the oil lamp.
Bill looked at him. For a moment, it looked like a "thank you" on his mouth. But then the lizard shook his head and stood up. "Nice. Let's go on."
He grabbed the oil lamp and let the chameleon stand there. Rango sighed. "That figures."
They followed the corridor until the cave became bigger.
Rango pointed forward. "Hey. Look at this."
They entered a gigantic cave, which were built like a circle and was connected with several rails for the mine trails.
"Wow. What a…"
"Spare your comments, and let's go on," Bill interrupted him and took the paper out of his pocket.
"Hey!"
"HH – O >>>> - 4 – / / ," Bill read. "What a damn secretiveness had invented that ill guy?"
"HH?" Rango repeated. "Either something looks like H or two Hs, or it is a symbolic for a word."
"Or a ladder."
"Mmmh?"
Bill pointed down on the sheer rock wall, where a wooden ladder was standing.
"Uh… I think that's more possible. Maybe that "HH" should be a picture for the rungs of a ladder."
"You go first."
Rango sighed. "Of course."
Rango climbed down. When he arrived the ground, Bill followed him. But on half way, a rung broke and Bill fell down the rest of the way. With clunked crash, he hit the ground.
"Ouch!"
"Are you hurt?" Rango asked worried.
"No! I whimper for fun," Bill replied sarcastically and stood up with effort.
Rango snorted and looked at the broken ladder. "Maybe you should reduce your weight."
"Did you say something?!" Bill asked warningly.
"No, no. Nothing. Let's continue. Next is a "O". Mmmh. Could be the circle where we are standing now. Then, >>>> - 4."
The chameleon looked around. Around them in the stone circle walls were caves again.
"Maybe we should go right direction until cave 4 and…"
Bill grabbed his shirt and pulled him to the fourth cave.
"Alright," Rango said, while they went into the cave. "Don't know. Two solidi. Is that a meaning? There is no line between them…"
Bill stopped and Rango crashed against him. In front of them a next fork. With asking look the two reptiles stood there.
"Mmmmh. That's strange," Rango muttered.
"What?"
"Look."
The chameleon pointed at the corresponding line. .
"L - *** - $ / / R - TT XXX TT. "L" means maybe left way, and "R" right way."
"But what means TT and XXX?"
Rango shrugged his shoulders. "XXX? Kissing?"
Bill jumped backwards. "Not with me!"
Rango chuckled, then he cleaned his throat. "Maybe we should take a look at right…"
Bill interrupted him. "Damn! Unimportant. Look. The dollar symbol must be the gold!"
"What means ***?"
"Let find it out. Can't wait to feel the gold in my hands."
So they decided to go left, without to look what's in the right corridor.
When they walked a few meters, they knew what *** meant.
In a side corridor lay a hill of stones.
"I think it shall mean, stones in way," Rango commented.
"The gold must be behind them," Bill said excited and flicked his tongue. "I think I can smell the gold."
Rango rolled his eyes. "Really?"
"In contrast to you, I have better abilities than you."
Rango snorted. "I can change my skin colour."
Bill waved his hand with disgust. "How boring."
"Bill! I…"
"Stop talking!" Bill interrupted. "Clear away the stones."
Rango swallowed down his reproach and together they thrush aside the stones.
After a while, a wooden box became visible. Blocked with a padlock.
Rango pulled on it but it didn't open. "How sad. I have no key…"
Bill grabbed a stone and hit the padlock with all force. The old key was old enough to break away after the first hits.
Rango scratched his head. "Well, that's also an alternative way."
Bill took the lid of the box and lifted it up. Inside lay many sacks. With trembling hands Bill grabbed one sack and opened it. Rango held the oil lamp higher.
Both opened their mouths.
"Holly… damn… my best dream," Bill mumbled.
"A dream?" Rango asked. "I had better dreams."
But he had to admit what he saw was more than happiness.
The sack had filled with gold nuggets as big as nuts.
Bill held the sack over his head. "Damn that over one million I think. When we will count it…"
"But Bill. The gold doesn't belong us."
Bill winced. "What silly stuff are you talking about?"
"The gold is stolen. It belongs the owners."
Bill growled and put the sack back to the box. "Are you stupid in your brain?! This gold could solute all our problems."
"Not all," Rango muttered and sighed deeply.
Bill snorted. "Buy another girl for you. There are more than million females in the world."
"But not her!" Rango shouted. "And the gold we will bring to the right owner!"
"Never!" Bill yelled and hit on Rango's fingers. "If you don't want the gold, I will take it for me alone, Mister Righteousness."
"Granulation, gentlemen!"
Both turned around.
Bill sighed deeply. "Not again."