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They talked at some length, speculating when they might hear from Mr. Illingway, and discussing the sort of an outfit that would be best to take with them. Then, as the afternoon was drawing to a close, Tom and Ned went back in the aeroplane, hearing the news about the Fogers as I have previously mentioned.
They did not come upon such a rich deposit as the miner had found, but there were enough nuggets picked up to prove that the expedition would be very successful. No more attention was paid to the Fogers, but through the telescope Tom could see that the bully and his father had made a camp in one of the ice caves, and that both were eagerly digging in the frozen surface of the valley.
Foger had engaged the services of an expert to make the airship. This man had been taken to Sitka with the Fogers, and had materially aided them in re-assembling the craft. "Do you think he can beat us?" asked Ned, anxiously. "No!" exclaimed Tom, confidently.
But it sure did look like Andy at first." "That's what I say," came from Ned. "But we can easily find out." "How?" "Ask the purser to show us the passenger list. Even if they are down under some other names he'd know the Fogers if we described them to him." "That's right, we'll do it." By this time the fat man, who was being assisted by Eradicate had reached the top of the gang plank.
"He put his ship together at Sitka, and we came from Seattle." "Bless my memoranda book!" exclaimed Mr. Damon. "The Fogers here! What's to be done about it?" "Nothing, I guess," answered Tom. "I'd just as soon they wouldn't see us. I don't believe they will. Get back into the cave. We must use strategy now to get ahead of them. There will be a race to the valley of gold."
"Th' Fogers will imagine we are tryin' t' git away with their sleds an' supplies, an' maybe their gold, if they've got it stored in th' ice cave. Naturally Andy or his father will run here, an' that will leave only one on guard at th' mine. Then Tom an' Ned can sneak up.
Hastily the young inventor tore open the envelope. "Here's news!" he exclaimed, "What is it?" asked Ned. "It's from Mr. Whitford," answered his chum. "He says: 'Can't be with you at start. Will meet you in Logansville. Have new clew to the Fogers!" "Great Scott!" cried Ned, staring at his chum.
If I go I'll use my noiseless airship. That will come in handy. But this night business rather stumps me. I don't quite see my way to get around that. Of course I could use an ordinary searchlight, but that doesn't give a bright enough beam, or carry far enough. It's going to be quite a problem and I've got to think it over." "Queer about the Fogers; wasn't it, Tom?"
"Strike anything?" asked Tom. "Something rich," answered the bank clerk. He lifted from a hole in the ground a handful of the golden pebbles. "It's as good as Abe's was!" exclaimed Tom. "We must stake it out at once, or the Fogers may jump it. Come on, we'll go back and tell Abe, and get Mr. Parker and Mr. Damon over here."
"Of course there's a bare chance, if those two were the Fogers, that Mr. Foger is going off to try and make another fortune. But more than likely they're on our trail, Tom." "If it's them yes." "Hum, Foger no, I don't think I havs any passengers of that name," said the purser slowly, when Tom had put the question.
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