Pitfall II

...Here I am, Pitfall Harry, plummeting toward the dark thunder of rushing water below... and thinking of the night David Crane called.
"I hope you're well-rested," he had said.
Too rested, I said. I was ready for action.
He asked if I'd heard tales of the legendary lost caverns of Machu Pichu in Peru. Or of a roaring, uncharted underground tributary of the Urubamba River replete with waterfalls and deadly electric eels.
"Yes," I said.
He asked if I knew of the infamous, cursed Raj Diamond. Or of the recent robbery of gold bars from the U.S. Gold Bullian Depository in Fort Knox; And had I heard of vampire bats? Poisonous frogs? Albino scorpions? The dreaded Andrean condor?
"Yes," I said.
And could I still run? Climb? Jump? Could I... swim?
"Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes."
"Good," said Crane. "Then you'll do it?"
"Of course," I said.
If only I had known...