After the shots ceased and the screams stopped, Beni opened the stone door, seeing no-one, save for the bodies of both Legionnaires (most of whom he felt slightly cheerful about seeing dead) and Tuaregs, and the bodies were starting to be covered in a few flies. Birds that looked like vultures were flying close to the bodies, and the desert was silent. Almost eerie though it was to be surrounded by a dead silence, Beni regained what little composure he had to begin with and walked out slowly from the stone doorway, taking in his surroundings, hoping not to run into any more "savages".1
As he walked out, he noticed that Rick O'Connell was nowhere to be found. O'Connell never seemed very contemptuous, even to people who were their worst to him, but Beni still did not want to risk running into someone he had left to die. What was he feeling for O'Connell? Was it pity? Was it...to blazes with it! O'Connell was always overshadowing him anyway, and even if he *had* survived, O'Connell would, likely as not, be steamed with Beni for closing the door and leaving him to die.2
As Beni kept walking for what seemed like a few hours through the ruins, he began to hear strange sounds coming from the ground and the surrounding statues. What could it be? He'd been sure that nobody was in the ruins and he was moving too deftly to be having heatstroke, so hallucinations were an unlikely thing. But that chanting didn't sound very comforting.3
"I've got to get out of here" Beni said to no-one but his shadow. But how could he do it? If he wandered out into the desert, miles from the nearest glass of (clean) water, he would likely only have but a day-and-a-half before the vultures would get the better of him. Frantically taking in his surroundings, he had noticed something he hadn't before: camels! Maybe God, or Buddha, or Shiva, whichever he felt like thanking most, really *was* smiling down, he felt, and rushed to the herd of putrid-smelling quadrupeds, picking out one or two in case one got tired and he needed another.4
At that moment, before he left the ruins for good, he stopped by the campsite of his fellow Legionnaires, slipping in and out of tents, finding mostly dirty laundry and unwashed socks, but occasionally coming up lucky, finding a watch, a canteen, or even a few stray piastres. Taking his newfound treasures with him, and the folded-up tent of Colonel Guizot himself (which he'd envied since it looked so much roomier than his own), Beni saddled up his camels and headed straight for the exit.5
So he'd not found any treasures while he was there, so what? Nobody else had either, and nobody else was complaining, besides. He was sure he'd find some there next time...
