Mr. M tested each gold piece he wanted by rubbing it on the tile plate to check the streak color and scratching it with the nail to see if they were as soft as gold. Mr. M discarded any samples that were too hard with a gray streak as fool’s gold. After a few minutes, Rusher and Mr. M found four suitable pieces. One of the pieces was at least three inches long and looked very pure. That piece would be part of his collection displayed at the natural history museum. The other three pieces he would give to Max, Brody, and Emma. Mr. M securely zipped the specimens in his pockets.
“We’re done,” he yelled up to the kids. Mr. M reached for the ladder, but it was too high. Rusher put his hands together, lacing his fingers to make a step. Mr. M put his foot on Rusher’s hands and grabbed onto his shoulders. With a quick jump and a boost from Rusher, Mr. M grabbed the base of the ladder. As he grabbed the lowest rung, he put his feet on Rusher’s shoulders to climb to the next rung. He looked up, reached for the next rung of the ladder as water droplets hit his forehead. Emma and Max watched the stream of water drip onto the geologist. They heard Brody yell to hurry just before the flood of water unleashed from the channel and rushed into the opening of the storage room, covering Mr. M and Rusher.
“Grandpa!” Max screamed as the water swirled around the men, filling the storage room and spinning the wheel over their heads.
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