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ong：　but　there　it　was；　three　passes；　all　perfectly　consistent。　He　made　yet　another　pass；　more　reckless　than　the　last；　tearing　off　another　spool　of　paper；　examining　it　quickly；　then　balling　it　into　his　jacket　pocket。
　After　the　fourth　pass；　he　began　talking　to　himself　in　a　low；　rapid　monotone。　Veering　back　toward　the　mules；　he　dropped　the　tomographic　sounder　on　the　drysack　and　untied　the　second　mule's　pack　with　trembling　hands。　In　his　haste；　one　of　the　panniers　fell　to　the　ground　and　split　open；　spilling　picks；　shovels；　rock　hammers；　an　auger；　and　a　bundle　of　dynamite。　Masangkay　scooped　up　a　pick　and　shovel　and　jogged　back　to　the　center　of　the　flat。　Flinging　the　shovel　to　the　ground；　he　began　feverishly　swinging　the　pick；　breaking　up　the　rough　surface。　Then　he　scooped　out　the　loosened　gravel　with　the　shovel；　throwing　it　well　to　the　side。　He　continued　in　this　fashion；　alternating　pick　and　shovel。　The　mules　watched　him　with　plete　impassivity；　heads　drooping；　eyes　half…lidded。
　Masangkay　worked　as　the　rain　began　to　stiffen。　Shallow　pools　collected　at　the　lowest　points　of　the　graveled　flat。　A　cold　smell　of　ice　drifted　inland　from　Franklin　Channel；　to　the　north。　There　was　a　distant　roll　of　thunder。　Gulls　came　winging　over　his　head；　circling　in　curiosity；　uttering　forlorn　cries。
　The　hole　deepened　to　a　foot；　then　two。　Below　the　hard　layer　of　gravel；　the　alluvial　sand　was　soft　and　easily　dug。　The　hills　disappeared　behind　shifting　curtains　of　rain　and　mist。　Masangkay　worked　on；　heedless；　stripping　off　his　coat；　then　his　shirt；　and　eventually　his　undershirt；　flinging　them　out　of　the　hole。　Mud　and　water　mingled　with　the　sweat　that　ran　across　his　back　and　chest；　defining　the　ripples　and　hollows　of　his　musculature；　while　the　points　of　his　beard　hung　with　water。
　Then；　with　a　cry；　he　stopped。　He　crouched　in　the　hole；　scooping　the　sand　and　mud　away　from　a　hard　surface　beneath　his　feet。　He　let　the　rain　wash　the　last　bit　of　mud　from　the　surface。
　Suddenly；　he　started　in　shock　and　bewilderment。　Then　he　knelt　as　if　praying；　spreading　his　sweaty　hands　reverently　on　the　surface。　His　breath　came　in　gasps；　eyes　wild　with　astonishment；　sweat　and　rain　streaming　together　off　his　forehead；　his　heart　pounding　from　exertion；　excitement；　and　inexpressible　joy。
　At　that　moment；　a　shock　wave　of　brilliant　light　burst　out　of　the　hole；　followed　by　a　prodigious　boom　that　rolled　off　across　the　valley；　echoing　and　dying　among　the　far　hills。　The　two　mules　raised　their　heads　in　the　direction　of　the　noise。
　They　saw　a　small　body　of　mist；　which　became　crablike；　broke　apart；　and　drifted　off　into　the　rain。
　The　tethered　mules　looked　away　from　the　scene　with　indifference　as　night　settled　upon　Isla　esolacion。
　
　
　
　Isla　Desolacion；
　February　22；　11：00　A。M。
　
　
　THE　LONG　bark　canoe　cut　through　the　water　of　the　channel；　moving　swiftly　with　the　tidal　current。　A　single　figure；　small　and　bent；　knelt　inside；　expertly　feathering　a　paddle；　guiding　the　canoe　through　the　chop。　A　thin　trail　of　smoke　rose　from　the　smoldering　fire　built　on　a　pad　of　wet　clay　in　the　center　of　the　canoe　
　The　canoe　rounded　the　black　cliffs　of　Isla　Desolacion；　turned　into　the　smoother　water　of　a　little　cove；　and　crunched　onto　the　cobbled　beach。　The　figure　leapt　out　and　pulled　the　canoe　above　the　high　tide　mark　He　had　heard　the　news；　in　passing；　from　one　of　the　nomadic　fishermen　who　lived　alone　in　these　cold　seas。　That　a　foreignlooking　man　would　visit　such　a　remote　and　inhospitable　island　was　unusual　indeed。　But　even　more　unusual　was　the　fact　that　a　month　had　passed；　and　the　man　had　apparently　not　left　
　He　paused；　catching　sight　of　something。　Moving　forward；　he　picked　up　a　piece　of　shattered　fiberglass；　and　then　another；　looking　at　them；　peeling　some　strands　from　the　broken　edges　and　tossing　them　aside。　The　remains　of　a　freshly　wrecked　boat。　Perhaps　there　was　a　simple　explanation　after　all。
　He　was　a　peculiar…looking　man　…　old；　dark；　with　long　gray　hair　and　a　thin　little　mustache　that　drooped　down　from　his　chin　like　the　film　of　a　spiderweb。　Despite　the　freezing　weather；　he　was　dressed　only　in　a　soiled　T…shirt　and　a　baggy　pair　of　shorts。　Touching　a　finger　to　his　nose；　he　blew　snot　out　of　his　nostrils；　first　one；　then　the　other；　with　a　delicate　motion。　Then　he　scrambled　up　the　cliff　at　the　head　of　the　little　cove。
　He　paused　at　its　brink；　his　bright　black　eyes　scanning　the　ground　for　signs。　The　gravelly　floor；　dotted　with　mounds　of　moss；　was　spongy　from　the　freeze…thaw　cycle；　and　it　had　preserved　the　footprints　…　and　hoofprints　…　excellently。
　He　followed　the　trail　as　it　made　its　irregular　way　up　a　rise　to　the　snowfield。　There　it　followed　the　edge　of　the　field；　eventually　cutting　down　into　the　valley　beyond。　At　a　brow　overlooking　the　valley　the　prints　stopped；　milling　around　in　a　crazy　pattern。　The　man　paused；　gazing　down　into　the　barren　draw。　There　was　something　down　there：　bits　of　color　against　the　landscape；　and　the　glint　of　sunlight　off　polished　metal。
　He　hurried　down。
　He　reached　the　mules　first；　still　tied　to　the　rock。　They　were　long　dead。　His　eyes　traveled　hungrily　across　the　ground；　glittering　with　avarice　as　they　registered　the　supplies　and　equipment。　Then　he　saw　the　body。
　He　approached　it；　moving　much　more　cautiously。　It　lay　on　its　back；　about　a　hundred　yards　from　the　mouth　of　a　recently　dug　hole。　It　was　naked；　with　just　a　shred　of　charred　clothing　clinging　to　the　carbonized　flesh。　Its　black；　burnt　hands　were　raised　to　the　sky；　like　the　claws　of　a　dead　crow；　and　its　splayed　legs　were　drawn　up　to　its　crushed　chest。　The　rain　had　collected　in　the　hollow　eye　sockets；　making　two　little　pools　of　water　that　reflected　the　sky　and　clouds。
　The　old　man　backed　away；　one　foot　at　a　time；　like　a　cat。　Then　he　stopped。　He　remained　rooted　to　the　spot；　staring　and　wondering；　for　a　long　time。　And　then　…　slowly；　and　without　turning　his　back　on　the　blackened　corpse　…　he　turned　his　attention　to　the　trove　of　valuable　equipment　that　lay　scattered　about。
　
　
　
　New　York　City；
　May　20；　2：00　P。M。
　
　
　THE　SALE　room　at　Christie's　was　a　simple　space；　framed　in　blond　wood　and　lit　by　a　rectangle　of　lights　suspended　from　the　ceiling。　Although　the　hardwood　floor　had　been　laid　in　a　beautiful　herringbone　pattern；　almost　none　of　it　was　visible　beneath　the　countless　rows　of　chairs　…　all　filled　…　and　the　feet　of　the　reporters；　lateers；　and　spectators　who　crowded　the　rear　of　the　room。
　As　the　chairman　of　Christie's　mounted　the　center　podium；　the　room　fell　silent：　The　long；　cream…colored　screen　behind　him；　which　in　a　normal　auction　might　be　hung　with　paintings　or　prints；　was　vacant。
　The　chairman　rapped　on　the　podium　with　his　gavel；　looked　around；　then　drew　a　card　from　his　suit　and　consulted　it。　He　placed　the　card　carefully　at　one　side　of　the　podium　and　looked　up　again。
　〃I　imagine；〃　he　said；　the　plummy　English　vowels　resonating　under　the　slight　amplification；　〃that　a　few　of　you　may　already　be　aware　of　what　we're　offering　today。〃　
　Decorous　amusement　rippled　through　the　assembly。
　〃I　regret　that　we　could　not　bring　it　to　the　stage　for　you　to　see。　It　was　a　trifle　large。〃
　Another　laugh　floated　through　the　audience。　The　chairman　was　clearly　relishing　the　importance　of　what　was　about　to　happen。
　〃But　I　have　brought　a　small　piece　of　it　…　a　token；　so　to　speak　…　as　assurance　you　will　be　bidding　on　the　genuine　article。〃　With　that　he　nodded；　and　a　slender　young　man　with　the　bearing　of　a　gazelle　walked　out　onstage；　holding　a　small　velvet　box　in　both　arms。　The　man　unlatched　it；　opened　the　lid；　and　turned　in　a　semicircle　for　the　audience　to　see。　A　low　murmur　rose　among　the　crowd；　then　fell　away　again。
　Inside；　a　curved　brown　tooth　lay　nestled　on　white　satin。　It　was　about　seven　inches　long；　with　a　wickedly　serrated　inner　edge。
　The　chairman　cleared　his　throat。　〃The　consigner　of　lot　number　one；　our　only　lot　today；　is　the　Navajo　Nation；　in　a　trust　arrangement　with　the　government　of　the　United　States　of　America。〃
　He　surveyed　the　audience。　〃The　lot　is　a　fossil。　A　remarkable　fossil。〃　He　consulted　the　card　on　the　podium。　〃In　1996；　a　Navajo　shepherd　named　Wilson　Atcitty　lost　some　sheep　in　the　Lukachukai　mountains　along　the　Arizona…New　Mexico　border。　In　attempting　to　find　his