Max stood frozen with fury, but didn't say a word. Zack sighed.

  "He's not worth it, Matthew. Let's go track down the thief and get it back, and go home!"

  Matthew sighed in defeat and left Max alone.

  "Wait!" Max called out.

  Zack sighed angrily, then looked back at him. Max then said. "My brother's gone with our only transportation back. He told me he'll be gone for a few days...then he back to pick me up. If you wait, he will take you guys home."

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  Zack folded his arms. "Why do you care about our wellbeing?"

  "It's not that I CARE...it's about common sense! If you guys walked back to the Village, you will be in your fifties! Just wait for Ben to come back."

  Zack shook his head in disbelief, then looked at Matthew. "Alright, fine. We'll wait...in the meantime, we'll find what you stole from us!"

  Max didn't say another word.

  Until finally, "What does that thing mean to you anyway?" He said, licking his teeth "Is it worth more riches than you can think of?"

  Zack scoffed. "Matthew's dead mother he never KNEW gave it to him."

  Max folded his arms and chuckled. "Fine....I'll help too."

  Zack nodded.

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