“Some jewels. Some gold. Some exceptionally fine pottery.”
“And—” Nan saw that he was still holding out.
“Some poison spiders that killed three members of the excavation party. Now you satisfied?” Walker grinned down at her.
“Well, yes,” Nan agreed. “But I still want to visit a pyramid sometime.”
“Visit those in Egypt,” Walker advised. “There’s nothing more impressive.”
“You been there?” Nan questioned. The path was wide enough so that they could ride now with their mules side by side.
“Yes, years ago, with my father,” Walker answered. “He had a bad case of the wanderlust, so whenever he could scrape a few dollars together, off he would go to some outlandish place.”
“Taking your mother with him?”
“Oh, sometimes. She went up into Alaska when he went to pan gold from the streams. She went down into South America when he went as an engineer on a big industrial project. And she went when he set out for Russia after the revolution, but after that she gave up.”
“You must be like your father,” Nan commented.