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And the Fogers, too, may strike our trail. Come on, we'll get busy." "Where do you think the tunnel will be?" asked Ned, when he had caught up to Tom. "Well, according to all that Mr. Illingway could tell us, it was somewhere near this temple.
And if they only come out at night, which it begins to look like, I'm going to do some night watching. This thing has got to be settled, Ned. Our trip to the city of gold is too important to risk having a mysterious couple on our trail when that same couple may be the Fogers. I'm going to do some detective work, Ned!" "Whew! What a lot of 'em!" "Bless my fish line! It's a big school!"
"Well, even if the Fogers do get the gold," said Mr. Parker calmly, "they cannot take away the caves of ice, and it is in them that I am most interested. I want to prove some of my new theories." "And we need the gold," said Tom, in a low voice; "don't we, Abe?" "That's what we do, Tom," answered the old miner. Preparations were now practically completed for their trip to Seattle by rail.
There were many articles written about the underground city of gold from the facts the young inventor furnished. Eventually the Fogers got home, but they did not say much about their experiences, and Tom and his friends did not think it worth while to prosecute them for the attack.
"Here they are, and they're both asleep, too!" he called. "And bless my eyeglasses! Look at the airship! The planes and wings are all cut and slashed! Something has happened! The RED CLOUD is all but ruined!" Abe hastened to his side. He looked at the damage done, and a fierce look came over his face. "The Fogers again!" he murmured. "We'll pay 'em back for this!
"I'm trying for a bigger prize than that. I want to save the bank, and defeat the schemes of the Fogers father and son." Tom turned on the power, and the machine rolled out on the main street. As it turned the corner, leaving the impatient crowd of depositors, now larger than ever, behind, Mr. Damon glanced over at the new bank, and, as he did so, he called to Tom: "There are the Fogers now."
Foger, "Andy, my son, we have houses already made for us, and very comfortable they seem, too. We'll take up our quarters in one, and then hunt for the gold." Mr. Foger seemed to ignore Tom and his friends. Abe Abercrombie strode forward. "Look here, you Fogers!" he exclaimed without ceremony, "was you calculatin' on stakin' any claims here?"
"Who is it?" asked Ned, though he was almost sure what the answer would be. "Andy Foger and his father!" cried Tom. "I might have known they'd follow us to learn " and then he stopped, for Senor Delazes was regarding him curiously. "Are you sure it's them?" asked Ned. "Bless my toothpick!" cried Mr. Damon. "It isn't possible, Tom?" "Yes, it is," said the young inventor. "It's the Fogers all right.
"Let's see, Farday, Fenton, Figaro, Flannigan, Ford, Foraham, Fredericks those are all the names in the 'Fs'. No Fogers among them. Why, are you looking for some friends of yours, boys?" "Not exactly friends," replied Tom slowly, "but we know them, and we thought we saw them come aboard, so we wanted to make sure." "They might be under some other name," suggested Ned.
Damon, who were looking for him. "Bless my life preserver!" cried the odd man. "I thought surely this was my last voyage, Tom!" "So did I," added Ned. "What's the matter, Tom, you look as though you'd seen a ghost." "I have pretty near. The Fogers are on board." "No! You don't mean it!" "It's a fact. I just saw them. They are the mysterious passengers." And Tom related his experience.
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