"Considerable excavation has been done in Central America," went on Professor Bumper, "and certain ruins have been brought to light.Near us are those of Copan, while toward the frontier are those of Quirigua, which are even better preserved than the former.We may visit them if we have time.But I have reason to believe that in this section of Copan is a large city, the existence of which has not been made certain of by any one save myself--and, perhaps, Professor Beecher.
"Certainly no part of it has seen the light of day for many centuries.It shall be our pleasure to uncover it, if possible, and secure the idol of gold.""How long ago do you think the city was buried?" asked Tom.
"It would be hard to say.From the carvings and hieroglyphics I have studied it would seem that the Mayan civilization lasted about five hundred years, and that it began perhaps in the year A.D.five hundred.""That would mean," said Mr.Damon, "that the ancient cities were in ruins, buried, perhaps, long before Columbus discovered the new world.""Yes," assented the professor."Probably Kurzon, which we now seek, was buried deep for nearly five hundred years before Columbus landed at San Salvadore.The specimens of writing and architecture heretofore disclosed indicate that.But, as a matter of fact, it is very hard to decipher the Mayan pictographs.So far, little but the ability to read their calendars and numerical system is possessed by us, though we are gradually ****** headway.
"Now this is the map of the district, and by the markings you can see where I hope to find what I seek.We shall begin digging here," and he made a small mark with a pencil on the map.
"Of course," the professor explained, "I may be wrong, and it will take some time to discover the error if we make one.When a city is buried thirty or forty feet deep beneath earth and great trees have grown over it, it is not easy to dig down to it.""How do you ever expect to find it?" asked Ned.
"Well, we will sink shafts here and there.If we find carved stones, the remains of ancient pottery and weapons, parts of buildings or building stones, we shall know we are on the right track," was the answer."And now that I have shown you the map, and explained how valuable it is, I will put it away again.We shall begin our excavations in the morning.""At what point?" asked Tom.
"At a point I shall indicate after a further consultation of the map.I must see the configuration of the country by daylight to decide.And now let's get some rest.We have had a hard day."The two tents housing the four white members of the Bumper party were close together, and it was decided that the night would be divided into four watches, to guard against possible treachery on the part of the Beecher crowd.
"It seems an unkind precaution to take against a fellow scientist," said Professor Bumper, "but I can not afford to take chances after what has occurred."The others agreed with him, and though standing guard was not pleasant it was done.However the night passed without incident, and then came morning and the excitement of getting breakfast, over which the Indians made merry.They did not like the cold and darkness, and always welcomed the sun, no matter how hot.
"And now," cried Tom, when the meal was over, "let us begin the work that has brought us here.""Yes," agreed Professor Bumper, "I will consult the map, and start the diggers where I think the city lies, far below the surface.Now, gentlemen, if you will give me your attention----"He was seeking through his outer coat pockets, after an ineffectual search in the inner one.A strange look came over his face.
"What's the matter?" asked Tom.
"The map--the map!" gasped the professor."The map I was showing you last night! The map that tells where we are to dig for the idol of gold! It's gone!""The map gone?" gasped Mr.Damon.
"I--I'm afraid so," faltered the professor."I put it away carefully, but now----"He ceased speaking to make a further search in all his pockets."Maybe you left it in another coat," suggested Ned.
"Or maybe some of the Beecher crowd took it!" snapped Tom.
