It was 3 hours before it would be dark so they decided to start working from the back stone to the front. They figured by the time they got to the front stone, it would be dark and they could jump in their jeep and return the next day.

So they worked quickly and diligently, measuring the stones, taking small samples and copying the primitive drawings etched on some. When they got to the stone in front, they found that the base of it was crumbling and the ground around it was soft. Before they could take precautions, the ground gave way, the stone tipped on it's side and fell on top of Jake.

Josh ran to the village for help. When the rescue team arrived back, they didn't see Jake anywhere in sight.

Where's your friend? ", one of them asked.

"Over there."

"Where, over there ?"

"There, there....he's buried under that there Head Stone."