"Take care, Turtle." Indy salutes the girl as she scrambles into the hole, followed by the motley crew of rebels.

He smiles at Mike. "Nice kid. And a helluva train driver."

He sniffs, glances into the gaping canyon and then down the winding tunnel ahead of them. The compass on his watch spins wildly, much to Indy's beumsement. "I guess we go forward."