Ned Newton decided to keep to himself what
he had heard at the Nestor home. Not for the
world would he let Tom Swift know of the
situation.
"That is, I won't let him know that I know,"
said Ned to himself, "though he is probably as
well aware of the situation as I am. But it sure
is queer that this Professor Beecher should have
taken such a fancy to Mary, and that her father
should regard him so well. That is natural,
I suppose. But I wonder how Mary herself
feels about it. That is the part Tom would
be most interested in.
"No wonder Tom wants to get ahead of this
young college chap, who probably thinks he's
the whole show. If he can find the buried city,
and get the idol of gold, it would be a big
feather in his cap.
"He'd have no end of honors heaped on him,
and I suppose his hat wouldn't come within
three sizes of fitting him. Then he'd stand in
better than ever with Mr. Nestor. And, maybe,
with Mary, too, though I think she is loyal
to Tom. But one never can tell.
"However, I'm glad I know about it. I'll
do all I can to help Tom, without letting him
know that I know. And if I can do anything
to help in finding that idol of gold for Professor
Bumper, and, incidentally, Tom, I'll do it," and
he spoke aloud in his enthusiasm.
Ned, who was walking along in the darkness,
clapped his open hand down on Tom's magazine
he was carrying home to read again, and
the resultant noise was a sharp crack. As it
sounded a figure jumped from behind a tree
and called tensely:
Ned stopped short, thinking he was to be
the victim of a holdup, but his fears were
allayed when he beheld one of the police force of
Shopton confronting him.
"I heard what you said about gettin' the gold,"
went on the officer. "I was walkin' along and I
heard you talkin'. Where's your pal?"
"I haven't any, Mr. Newbold," answered Ned
with a laugh, as he recognized the man.
"Oh, pshaw! It's Ned Newton!" exclaimed
the disappointed officer. "I thought you was
talkin' to a confederate about gold, and figured
maybe you was goin' to rob the bank."
"No, nothing like that," answered Ned, still
much amused. "I was talking to myself about
a trip Tom Swift and I are going to take
and----"
"Oh, that's all right," responded the
policeman. "I can understand it, if it had anything to
do with Tom. He's a great boy."
"Indeed he is," agreed Ned, making a mental
resolve not to be so public with his thoughts
in the future. He chatted for a moment with
the officer, and then, bidding him good-night,
walked on to his home, his mind in a whirl with
conglomerate visions of buried cities, great grinning
idols of gold, and rival professors seeking
to be first at the goal.
The next few days were busy ones for Tom,
Ned and, in fact, the whole Swift household.
Tom and his father had several consultations and
conducted several experiments in regard to the
new stabilizer, the completion of which was so
earnestly desired. Mr. Swift was sure he could
carry the invention to a successful conclusion.
Ned was engaged in putting the financial
affairs of the Swift Company in shape, so they
would practically run themselves during his ab-
sence. Then, too, there was the packing of their
baggage which must be seen to.
Of course, the main details of the trip were
left to Professor Bumper, who knew just what
to do. He had told Tom and Ned that all they
and Mr. Damon would have to do would be to
meet him at the pier in New York, where they
would find all arrangements made.
One day, near the end of the week (the beginning
of the next being set for the start) Eradicate
came shuffling into the room where Tom was
sorting out the possessions he desired to take
with him, Ned assisting him in the task.
"Well, Rad, what is it?" asked Tom, with
businesslike energy.
"I done heah, Massa Tom, dat yo' all's gwine
off on a long trip once mo'. Am dat so?"
"Well, den, I'se come to ast yo' whut I'd bettah
take wif me. Shall I took warm clothes or cool
clothes?"
"Well, if you were going, Rad," answered Tom
with a smile, "you'd need cool clothes, for we're
going to a sort of jungle-land. But I'm sorry to
say you're not going this trip."
"I---- I ain't gwine? Does yo' mean dat yo'
all ain't gwine to take me, Massa Tom?"
"In certain not!" broke in the voice of Koku,
the giant, who entered with a big trunk Tom had
sent him for. "Master want strong man like a
bull. He take Koku!"
"Look heah!" spluttered Eradicate, and his eyes
flashed. "Yo'--yo' giant yo'--yo' may be strong
laik a bull, but ya' ain't got as much sense as
mah mule, Boomerang! Massa Tom don't want
no sich pusson wif him. He's gwine to take me."
"He take me!" cried Koku, and his voice was
a roar while he beat on his mighty chest with his
huge fists.
Tom, seeing that the dispute was likely to be
bothersome, winked at Ned and began to speak.
"I don't believe you'd like it there, Rad--not
where we're going. It's a bad country. Why
the mosquitoes there bite holes in you--raise
bumps on you as big as eggs."
"Oh, good land!" ejaculated the old colored man.
"Am dat so Massa Tom?"
"It sure is. Then there's another kind of bug
that burrows under your fingernails, and if you
don't get 'em out, your fingers drop off."
"No," said Tom, with a look at Ned, for he did
not want to take the big man on the trip for
various reasons. "No, maybe not, Koku. Your
skin is pretty tough. But I understand there are
deep pools of water in the land where we are
going, and in them lives a fish that has a hide
like an alligator and a jaw like a shark. If you
fall in it's all up with you."
"Dat true, Master Tom?" and Koku's voice
trembled.
"Well, I've never seen such a fish, I'm sure,
but the natives tell about it."
Koku seemed to be considering the matter.
Strange as it may seem, the giant, though afraid
of nothing human and brave when it came to a
hand-to-claw argument with a wild animal, had
a very great fear of the water and the unseen
life within it. Even a little fresh-water crab in
a brook was enough to send him shrieking to
shore. So when Tom told of this curious fish,
which many natives of Central America firmly
believe in, the giant took thought with himself.
Finally, he gave a sigh and said:
"Me stay home and keep bad mans out of
master's shop."
"Yes, I guess that's the best thing for you,"
assented Tom with an air of relief. He and Ned
had talked the matter over, and they had agreed
that the presence of such a big man as Koku, in
an expedition going on a more or less secret mission,
would attract too much attention.
"Well, I guess that clears matters up," said
Tom, as he looked over a collection of rifles and
small arms, to decide which to take. "We won't
have them to worry about."
"No, only Professor Beecher," remarked Ned,
with a sharp look at his chum.
"Oh, we'll dispose of him all right!" asserted
Tom boldly. "He hasn't had any experience in
business of this sort, and with that you and
Professor Bumper and Mr. Damon know we
ought to have little trouble in getting ahead of
the young man."
"Oh, I'll do what I can, of course," said Tom,
with an air of indifference. But Ned knew his
chum would work ceaselessly to help get the idol
of gold.
Tom gave no sign that there was any complication
in his affair with Mary Nestor, and of
course Ned did not tell anything of what he knew
about it.
That night saw the preparations of Ned and
Tom about completed. There were one or two
matters yet to finish on Tom's part in relation
to his business, but these offered no difficulties.
The two chums were in the Swift home, talking
over the prospective trip, when Mrs. Baggert,
answering a ring at the front door, announced
that Mr. Damon was outside.
"Bless my baggage check!" exclaimed the
excitable man, as he shook hands with Tom and
Ned and noted the packing evidences all about.
"You're ready to go to the land of wonders."
"Yes, that's what Professor Bumper calls the
part of Honduras we're going to. And it must
be wonderful, Tom. Think of whole cities,
some of them containing idols and temples of
gold, buried thirty and forty feet under the
surface! Wonderful is hardly the name for it!"
"It'll be great!" cried Ned. "I suppose you're
ready, Mr. Damon--you and the professor?"
"Yes. But, Tom, I have a bit of unpleasant
news for you."
"Yes. You know Professor Bumper spoke of
a rival--a man named Beecher who is a member
of the faculty of a new and wealthy college."
"I heard him speak of him--yes," and the way
Tom said it no one would have suspected that
he had any personal interest in the matter.
"He isn't going to give his secret away,"
thought Ned.
"Well, this Professor Beecher, you know,"
went on Mr. Damon, "also knows about the idol
of gold, and is trying to get ahead of Professor
Bumper in the search."
"He did say something of it, but nothing was
certain," remarked Tom.
"But it is certain!" exclaimed Mr. Damon.
"Bless my toothpick, it's altogether too certain!"
"How is that?" asked Tom. "Is Beecher
certainly going to Honduras?"
"Yes, of course. But what is worse, he and
his party will leave New York on the same
steamer with us!"