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Updated: June 12, 2025
Delazes has been hinting around trying to surprise me into saying which direction we're going to take. But I've been careful. The sight of that golden image aroused him and his men. They're hungry for gold, and they'd do away with us in a minute if they thought they could find what we're looking for and get it without us. But our secret is ours yet, I'm glad to say.
Now they were here being led on by the Mexican and the Fogers the enemies of our friends. For another moment there was a silence, and then Andy Foger cried out: "They're here! Tom Swift and his party! They got here first and they may have all the gold!" "If they have they will share it with us!" cried Delazes fiercely. "Quick!" Tom called hoarsely to Ned, Mr. Damon and Eradicate.
"I guess that's the best plan to throw them off," agreed Ned, when they were once more underway. "But how are you going to explain to Delazes, Tom, the reason the Fogers are following us? He'll get suspicious, I'm afraid." "Let him. I'm not going to explain. He can think what he likes, I can't stop him.
Riding along in one of the lightest ox carts was Delazes, his eyes fixed on the balloon overhead, while behind him came his followers. "They're following us," said Tom, "but they're going to get sadly left." In an hour Tom knew his balloon would not be visible to the Mexicans, and at the end of that time he pointed for the west.
They found the trail quite difficult the next day, as there were several big hills to climb. It was toward evening, and they were looking for a good place to camp for the night, when Delazes, who was riding in the first cart, was observed to jump down and hasten to the rear. "I wonder what he wants?" spoke Tom, as he noted the approaching figure.
This hunting for relics is uncertain business. Make yourselves comfortable in camp, and wait." "Waiting is weary business, Senor Swift. If we could come with you " began Delazes, with an eager look in his eyes. "Out of the question," spoke Tom shortly. "There isn't room in the balloon." "Very well, senor," and with a snapping glance from his black eyes the contractor walked away.
"That's about it," answered Tom shortly. He did not want to encourage too much familiarity on the part of the contractor. "So, no siestas if you please, Senor Delazes. We can all siesta to-night." "Ah, you Americanos!" exclaimed the Mexican with a shrug of his shoulders. He stroked his shiny black moustache. "You are ever so on the alert! Always moving.
I don't have to try to buy the image now, nor seek to learn where it came from. Anyhow, if they told me they'd tell Delazes, and he'd be hot after us. As it is I doubt if he can learn now. Come, we'll get ready to hit the trail again."
His first visit after breakfast was to the house of the aged Mexican. The image was not in sight, though Tom and Ned and Mr. Damon looked eagerly around for it. There was a curious light in the eyes of the old man as Tom asked for the little statue of gold. Delazes was not in evidence. Tom had to conduct the conversation in Spanish, no particularly easy task for him, though he made out all right.
Tom realized that if he did net act quickly Delazes might have his secret, and once it was known that Tom was seeking the buried city of gold, the Mexicans could never be shaken off his trail. He decided on a bold step. "Look here, Senor Delazes," said the young inventor. "I had no more idea that golden image was here than you did.
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