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The burning sun was beating down fiercely on Dakota Jim. He shaded his eyes with his hand and looked out across the desert. The friendly guide he had met the day before had told Jim to meet him here at 7:00. He was going to lead Jim across the desert. But it was now 8:00, and there was no sign of him. Jim had waited for over an hour and was feeling thirsty.He turned and walked back into the small town. He was nearing his hotel when a voice called out from across the street. “Hey, mister, do you want to get across the desert?”“Yes,”said Jim, turning to see a young boy in scruffy clothes. “Kamaz can take you.”“Who”s Kamaz?”inquired Dakota Jim. “He”s my uncle. If you want, I”ll take you to him.”“Yes, thank you,”replied Dakota Jim.

He followed the young boy down some winding streets until they came to a large brick building on the edge of the town. Inside a bearded man of medium height sat at a table. It was Kamaz. Dakota Jim had a feeling he had seen the man before, but he couldn”t remember when and where. He was in a hurry to get across the desert, so he came to an agreement with Kamaz to be his guide.

They set out early the next day, before the sun was up. It was a four-day journey by camel, and only those who knew the route could hope to come out of the desert alive . On the second day in the evening as they were preparing to sleep, Jim suddenly remembered where he had seen Kamaz before. A few days after he had left the Hibbutis in search of the stolen sacred stone, he had rented a car to make the journey to Arupi. Kamaz had been at the rental agency.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp blow to his head. The next thing he knew was that he was lying on the hot ground and the sun was shinning fiercely high up in the sky. He tried to sit up, but his head hurt terribly. Slowly , he realized that Kamaz and the camels had disappeared.
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