“So, knowing from what you said that you were going to this place, I engaged myself to you, planning to do what I have done. I greatly regret it, as I have come to like you, but I had given my promise to Professor Beecher’s friend, that I would first lead him to the Copan valley, and would keep others away until he had had a chance to do his exploration.
“So I have led you to this wilderness. It is far from the Copan, but you are near an Indian village, and you will be able to get help in a week or so. In the meanwhile you will not starve, as you have plenty of supplies. If you will travel northeast you will come again to Puerto Cortes in due season. As for the money I had from you, I deposit it to your credit, Professor Beecher having made me an allowance for steering rival
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parties on the wrong trail. So I lose nothing, and I save my honor.
“I write this note as I am leaving in the night with the Indians. I put some harmless sedative in your tea that you might sleep soundly, and not awaken until we were well on our way. Do not try to follow us, as the river will carry us swiftly away. And, let me add, there is no personal animosity on the part of Professor Beecher against you. I should have done to any rival expedition the same as I have done with you. JACINTO.”
For a moment there was silence, and then Tom Swift burst out with:
“Well, of all the mean, contemptible tricks of a human skunk this is the limit!”
“Bless my hairbrush, but he is a scoundrel!” ejaculated Mr. Damon, with great warmth.