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rope right below him and pulled herself up, her face red and sweating. Just as their hands met, a spear shot between them and Celia let go so her brother’s hand wouldn’t be impaled. She fell.
    â€œCelia!” Oliver yelled out in helpless agony, but his sister caught another bunch of string near the bottom.
    As the rope hissed with her weight, she kicked her legs out behind her, using the string like a swing. She was flying through the air again, up and away, as the spear found its mark where her head might have been a moment earlier. As she flew forward, exhausted from her aerial acrobatics, she saw the shaft of a spear sticking out from the wall in front of her. She wrapped herself around it with a thud. It wobbled and shook, but it stayed in the wall.
    The spears weren’t connected to a trap, she realized.Only the strings. Celia hung from the spear while she caught her breath. She was relieved she hadn’t been impaled.
    â€œYou okay?” Oliver called to her.
    â€œThe spears …” She panted. “The spears … playing Peggo.”
    â€œPeggo?” Oliver shouted. “Why are you talking about Peggo?”
    Peggo was a game that people played on
Name Your Price
, an afternoon game show about guessing what things cost, like toilet paper and new cars. In Peggo, the contestant dropped a disc down a board covered in pegs so that it bounced around all the way to the bottom and the player won prizes depending on where it landed. Why his sister was babbling on about Peggo was beyond Oliver’s understanding.
    He looked down at his sister, slung like a rag over the shaft of the spear. Straight down below her, the cruel stone eyes of the mummies gaped upward.
    â€œWhat do we do now?” Oliver called down.
    â€œIt’s just like Peggo,” Celia called up. “The spears are the pegs.”
    â€œAnd we’re the little discs?” Oliver asked.

    â€œThat’s right,” Celia said.
    â€œWhat about the mummies?”
    â€œThey aren’t real mummies, Oliver,” Celia said. “They’re just part of this trap. They’re like the robot bears at Super Fun Pizza Animal Jamboree.”
    â€œI hate those robot bears. Bears shouldn’t play country music. It’s just wrong. And the pizza there is rubbery.”
    â€œI know, but as long as we use the spears and don’t put any weight on the strings, we won’t set off the trap again. Though we have to figure out how to get out of here.”
    â€œNow all I can think about is pizza.”
    â€œI think I see a way out,” Celia said.
    She pointed at the key on the ceiling that had spun around when the floor opened up. It was like a big screw. Now that it had been loosened, they could see a spiral staircase on the back of it. That was their way out. Beverly was hanging upside down next to the stairs, waiting for Oliver and Celia. The only problem was that the stairs were in the middle of the ceiling over the pit of mummies below.
    â€œWe’ll need more pegs to climb up there,” Celia said. “And it’s your turn.”
    â€œWhat? Why? No!”
    â€œI said when we came down here that I’d go first the next time, remember? You made me promise. And I did. Look at all the spears I put in the wall.”
    â€œYou didn’t do it on purpose,” Oliver said. “That’s not fair.”
    â€œI went first. Now it’s your turn,” Celia said. “You’ve had longer to rest anyway.”
    â€œHanging up here isn’t resting!”
    She just glared at him. He sighed. His sister was right. She was
always
right. Even when she was wrong. That’s what it meant to have a sister who was older by three minutes and forty-two seconds.
    Oliver let go of the rope he was on and fell a few feet to the next one down. He caught it with his right hand. There was a hissing sound when he grabbed on and he saw a spear firing out from one of the mummies