Tom Swift in the Land of Wonders; Or, The Underground Search for the Idol of Gold
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Victor Appleton was a popular author in the 20th century, but Victor was not a single individual. instead, that name was used as a pseudonym by the Stratemeyer Syndicate to put out the popular Tom Swift series.
you think you saw, Ned; another alligator?" "Alligator? Nonsense! Up on shore? I saw a black shadow, and I didn't THINK I saw it, either. I really did." Tom laughed quietly. "A shadow!" he exclaimed. "Since when were you afraid of shadows, Ned?" "I'm not afraid of ordinary shadows," answered Ned, and in his voice there was an uncertain tone. "I'm not afraid of my shadow or yours, Tom, or anybody's that I can see. But this wasn't any human shadow. It was as if a great big blob of wet darkness had
"What's the matter?" cried Professor Bumper. "The vampires!" came the answering voice of Jacinto. "One of the Indians has been attacked by a big vampire bat! Look out, every one! It may be a raid by the dangerous creatures! Be careful!" Notwithstanding this warning Ned stuck his head out of the tent. The same instant he was aware of a dark enfolding shadow passing over him, and, with a shudder of fear, he jumped back. CHAPTER XII. A FALSE FRIEND "What is it? What's the matter?" cried Tom
they learned his story. He had his palm−thatched hut not far from the Beecher camp, in a small Indian village, and he, with others, had been hired on the arrival of the Beecher party to help with the excavations. These, for some reason, were delayed. "Delayed because they daren't use the map they stole from us," commented Ned. CHAPTER XIX. POISONED ARROWS 64 Tom Swift in the Land of Wonders "Maybe," agreed Tom. The Indian, whose name, it developed, was Tal, as nearly as Tom and Ned could
dress your scratches in a better and more careful way. The bandages we put on are only temporary." "My wife she make a poultice of leaves−−they cure me," said the Indian. "I guess that will be the best way," observed Ned. "These natives can doctor themselves for some things, better than we can." "Well, we'll take him home," suggested Tom. "He might keel over from loss of blood. Come on," he added to Tal, indicating his object. It was not far to the native's hut from the place where the jaguar had
have to go back." "But there must be something on the other side of that stone," cried Tom. "See, it is pierced with holes, and through them comes a current of air. If we could only move the stone!" "I believe it is an ancient door," remarked Professor Bumper. Eagerly and frantically they tried to move it by their combined weight. The stone did not give the fraction of the breadth of a hair. "We'll have to go back and get some of your big tunnel blasting powder, Tom," suggested Ned. As he spoke