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"There is nothing to be gained from staying here, and I would like to get to the gold valley. Abe says we are near it." "Right over that ridge, I take it to be," replied the miner. "An' we can't get there any too soon for me. Those Fogers may git their ship fixed up, an' arrive before we do if we wait much longer." "Not much danger, I guess," declared Ned.
"But look after the prisoners." There was a cry of astonishment from Mr. Whitford as he reached the sullen occupants of the smugglers' craft. "Here are the Fogers father and son!" the agent called to Tom. "They were in it after all. Great Scott! What a surprise. And here are a lot of men whom I've been after for some time! Oh, Tom Swift, this IS a capture."
"It won't take me long t' make up mah mind," spoke Eradicate. "I's goin' t' take all dem images I kin find." "I was going to say we'd have plenty of time to look about and pick what we wanted," said Tom, "but I think perhaps we'd better hurry." "Why?" asked Mr. Damon. "There's no telling when Delazes and his gang may find this place, and even the Fogers may be nearer than we think.
"We'll stand watch an' watch," suggested Abe, "but I don't think them Fogers will come around here ag'in." They did not, and the night passed peacefully. The next day our friends were again at work digging for gold. So were the Fogers, as could be observed through the glass, but it was impossible to see whether they got any nuggets.
The occupants of them did not appear to know that they were under observation, and at that distance they could not have made out our friends without a telescope. Tom ascertained that the Fogers were not using one. "Has Senor Swift any orders?" asked Delazes. "Who are these Fogers? Enemies of yours I take it.
We can't find the valley of gold without it." Tom came back again. "I can't find it." he said, hopelessly. Then ensued a frantic search. Every possible place in the airship was looked into, but the precious map did not turn up. "Perhaps the Fogers took it," suggested Mr. Parker, who had helped in the hunt, in a dreamy sort of fashion. "That's not possible," said Tom.
It's like old times to be going off into the jungle or wilderness camping," said Mr. Damon. "Did you see anything of the Fogers?" asked Ned of his chum. "Not a thing. Guess they're in their stateroom, and they can stay there for all of me. I'm going to get busy." Tom and his friends went to a hotel, for they knew it would take several days to get their expedition in shape.
All the next day he seemed very thoughtful, while going about with the others, seeking new deposits of gold. Luck did not seem to be with them. They found two or three places where there were traces of the yellow pebbles, but in no very great quantity. Meanwhile the Fogers were busy at the pocket Ned had located. They seemed to be taking out much of the precious metal.
How he and his friends were followed by the Fogers, how they eluded them, made their way to the ruined temple in a small dirigible balloon, descended to the secret tunnel, managed to turn aside the underground river, and reach the city of gold with its wonderful gold statues all this is told in the volume.
Tom laughed at Ned's matter-of-fact indifference, but when the young inventor turned in to his berth that night he could not stop thinking of the empty seats the two mysterious passengers and the two Fogers. They got all jumbled in his head and made his sleep restless.
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