"So I have been working out a sort of
modified gyroscope, and it seems to answer the
purpose. I have already received advance orders
for a number of my devices from abroad, and as
they are destined to save lives I feel that I ought
to keep on with my work.
"I'd like to go, don't misunderstand me, but
I can't go at this time. It is out of the question.
If you wait a year, or maybe six months----"
"No, it is impossible to wait, Tom," declared
Professor Bumper.
"Is it so important then to hurry?" asked Mr.
Damon. "You did not mention that to me, Professor
Bumper."
"No, I did not have time. There are so many ends
to my concerns. But, Tom Swift, you simply must go!"
"I can't, my dear professor, much as I should like to."
"But, Tom, think of it!" cried Mr. Damon,
who was as much excited as was the little bald-
headed scientist. "You never saw such an idol
of gold as this. What's its name?" and he
looked questioningly at the professor.
"Quitzel the idol is called," supplied Professor
Bumper. "And it is supposed to be in a
buried city named Kurzon, somewhere in the
Sierra de Merendon range of mountains, in the
vicinity of the Copan valley. Copan is a city,
or maybe we'll find it only a town when we get
there, and it is not far from the borders of
Guatemala.
"Tom, if I could show you the translations I
have made of the ancient documents, referring
to this idol and the wonderful city over which
it kept guard, I'm sure you'd come with us.
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