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"There's no danger so long as the torch burns. You can go on, Professor." And Professor Bumper rushed forward, scrambling over the pile of blasted rock, followed by Tom and the others. Some of the debris from the explosion had fallen into the cave, and was scattered for some distance along the main street of what had been Pelone. But beyond that the way was clear.
It must not be supposed that Professor Bumper was idle all this while. He came and went at odd times, accompanied by his little retinue of Indians, a guide and a native cook. He would come back to the tunnel camp, where he made his headquarters, travel stained, worn and weary, with disappointment showing on his face. "No luck," he would report. "The hidden city of Pelone is still lost."
"Swyington Bumper! Oh, yes, now I remember him," said Ned Newton. "But what has he got to do with a wonderful story? Has he written more about the lost city of Pelone? If he has I don't see anything so very wonderful in that." "There isn't," agreed Tom. "But this isn't that," and Tom picked up the magazine and leafed it to find the article he had been reading.
I got them from an old Peruvian grave." He took from a box two thin sheets of yellow metal. They were covered with curious marks, but Tom and the others could make nothing of them. Only Professor Bumper was able to decipher them. "And that is the story of the lost city of Pelone as much as I know," he said. "For years I have sought it.
"Yes, it is Pelone," cried Professor Bumper. "See!" He pointed to inscriptions in queer characters over the doorway of some of the houses, but he alone could read them. "I have found Pelone!" he kept repeating over and over again. And that is just what had happened. That last great blast Tom Swift had set off had broken down the rock wall that hid the lost city from view.
The story of the big idol of gold had occupied his thoughts for many hours. "Well, I'm glad to see you both," said Tom again. "You got here all right, I see, Professor Bumper. But I didn't expect you to meet and bring Mr. Damon with you." "I met him on the train," explained the author of the book on the lost city of Pelone, as well as books on other antiquities.
I had great difficulty in extorting any information from that three-fourths wild man, who gazed at me suspiciously, in ambush behind his goat-skin pelone; he did tell me, however, unintentionally, what the Corsicans understand by the term railroad, and why they assume this mysterious manner when they mention it.
Much light would be thrown on the lives of the people who lived in Peru before the present races inhabited it, if I could but locate Pelone. "Then I came across two golden tablets on which were graven the information that Pelone had utterly vanished." "How?" asked Tom. "The golden tablets did not say.
The flint came to an end at the extremity of Pelone, and the last part of the tunnel had only to be dug through sand-stone and soft dirt, an easy undertaking. So the big bore was finished on time ahead of time in fact, and Titus Brothers received from Senor Belasdo, the Peruvian representative, a large bonus of money, in which Tom Swift shared.
He gazed as if fascinated at what the searchlight showed, and then he cried: "I have found it! I have found it! The hidden city of Pelone!" Success
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