“You mean he wants to get it and take it away from the Copan valley, Tom?”
“That’s it, Ned. It has great value not only from the amount of pure gold that is in it, but as an antique. I fancy the professor is more interested in that aspect of it. But he’s written a wonderful story, telling how he happened to
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come across the ancient manuscripts in the tomb of some old Indian whose mummy he unearthed on a trip to Central America.
“Then he tells of the trouble he had in discovering how to solve the key to the translation code; but when he did, he found a great story unfolded to him.
“This story has to do with the hidden city, and tells of the ancient civilization of those who lived in the Copan valley thousands of years ago. The people held this idol of gold to be their greatest treasure, and they put to death many of other tribes who sought to steal it.”
“Whew!” whistled Ned. “That is some yarn. But what is Professor Bumper going to do about it?”
“I don’t know. The article seems to be written with an idea of interesting scientists and research societies, so that they will raise money to conduct a searching expedition.
“Perhaps by this time the party may be organized — this magazine is several months old. I have been so busy on my stabilizer patent that I haven’t kept up with current literature. Take it home and read it! Ned. That is if you’re through telling me about my affairs,” for Ned, who had formerly worked in the Shopton bank, had recently been made general financial manager