“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,
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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:
“Hold on there!”
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
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the disappointed officer. “I thought you was talkin’ to a confederate about gold, and figured maybe you was goin’ to rob the bank.”