"For he's sure to come back that way--if he comes at all," declared Ned; "which I am beginning to doubt.""Well, he may not come," agreed Tom, who was beginning to lose some of his first hope."But he won't necessarily come from the same direction he took.He may have had to go in an entirely different way to get help.We'll hope for the best."A week passed.Professor Bumper was able to be about, and Tom and Ned noticed that there was an anxious look on his face.Was he, too,beginning to despair?
"Well, this isn't hunting for golden idols very fast," said Mr.Damon, the morning of the eighth day after their desertion by the faithless Jacinto."What do you say, Professor Bumper; ought we not to start off on our own account?""We had better if Tolpec does not return today," was the answer.
They had eaten breakfast, had put their camp in order, and were about to have a consultation on what was best to do, when Tom suddenly called to Ned, who was whistling:
"Hark!"
Through the jungle came a faint sound of singing --not a harmonious air, but the somewhat barbaric chant of the natives.
"It is Tolpec coming back!" cried Mr.Damon."Hurray! Now our troubles are over t Bless my meal ticket! Now we can start!""It may be Jacinto," suggested Ned.
"Nonsense! you old cold-water pitcher!" cried Tom."It's Tolpec! I can see him! He's a good scout all right!"And then, walking at the head of a band of Indians who were weirdly chanting while behind them came a train of mules, was Tolpec, a cheerful grin covering his honest, if homely, dark face.
"Me come back!" he exclaimed in gutteral English, using about half of his foreign vocabulary.
"I see you did," answered Professor Bumper in the man's own tongue."Glad to see you.Is everything all right?""All right," was the answer."These Indians will take you where you want to go, and will not leave you as Jacinto did.""We'll start in the morning!" exclaimed the savant his own cheerful self again, now that there was a prospect of going further into the interior."Tell the men to get something to eat, Tolpec.There is plenty for all.""Good!" grunted the new guide and soon the hungry Indians, who had come far, were satisfying their hunger.
As they ate Tolpec explained to Professor Bumper, who repeated it to the youths and Mr.Damon, that it had been necessary to go farther than he had intended to get the porters and mules.But the Indians were afriendly tribe, of which he was a member, and could be depended on.
There was a feast and a sort of celebration in camp that night.Tom and Ned shot two deer, and these formed the main part of the feast and the Indians made merry about the fire until nearly midnight.They did not seem to mind in the least the swarms of mosquitoes and other bugs that flew about, attracted by the light.As for Tom Swift and his friends, their nets protected them.
An early start was made the following morning.Such packages of goods and supplies as could not well be carried by the Indians in their head straps, were loaded on the backs of the pack- mules.Tolpec explained that on reaching the Indian village, where he had secured the porters, they could get some ox-carts which would be a convenience in traveling into the interior toward the Copan valley.
The march onward for the next two days was tiresome; but the Indians Tolpec had secured were as faithful and efficient as he had described them, and good progress was made.
There were a few accidents.One native fell into a swiftly running stream as they were fording it and lost a box containing some much- needed things.But as the man's life was saved Professor Bumper said it made up for the other loss.Another accident did not end so auspiciously.One of the bearers was bitten by a poisonous snake, and though prompt measures were taken, the poison spread so rapidly that the man died.
In due season the Indian village was reached.where, after a day spent in holding funeral services over the dead bearer, preparations were made for proceeding farther.
This time some of the bearers were left behind, and ox-carts were substituted for them, as it was possible to carry more goods this way,"And now we're really off for Copan!" exclaimed Professor Bumper one morning, when the cavalcade, led by Tolpec in the capacity of head guide, started off."I hope we have no more delays.""I hope not, either," agreed Tom."That Beecher may be there ahead of us."Weary marches fell to their portion.There were mountains to climb, streams to ford or swim, sending the carts over on rudely made rafts.
There were storms to endure, and the eternal heat to fight.
But finally the party emerged from the lowlands of the coast and went up in among the hills, where though the going was harder, the climate was better.It was not so hot and moist.
Not wishing to attract attention in Copan itself, Professor Bumper and his party made a detour, and finally, after much consultation with Tom over the ancient maps, the scientist announced that he thought they were in the vicinity of the buried city.
"We will begin test excavations in the morning," he said.
The party was in camp, and preparations were made for spending the night in the forest, when from among the trees there floated to the ears of our friends a queer Indian chant.
"Some one is coming," said Tom to Ned.
Almost as he spoke there filed into the clearing where the camp had been set up, a cavalcade of white men, followed by Indians.And at the sight of one of the white men Tom Swift uttered a cry.
"Professor Beecher!" gasped the young inventor.
