"No, and your submarine voyage had it all over
this one for excitement," went on Ned. "When
I think of that----"
"Bless my sea legs!" interrupted Mr. Damon,
overhearing the conversation. "Don't speak of
THAT trip. My wife never forgave me for going
on it. But I had a fine time," he added with a
twinkle of his eyes.
"Yes, that was quite a trip," observed Tom,
as his mind went back to it. "But this one isn't
over yet remember. And I shouldn't be surprised
if we had a little excitement very soon."
"What do you mean?" asked Ned.
Up to this time the voyage from New York
down into the tropical seas had been anything
but exciting. There were not many passengers
besides themselves, and the weather had been
fine.
At first, used as they were to the actions of
unscrupulous rivals in trying to thwart their
efforts, Tom and Ned had been on the alert for
any signs of hidden enemies on board the steamer.
But aside from a little curiosity when it became
known that they were going to explore
little-known portions of Honduras, the other
passengers took hardly any interest in our travelers.
It was thought best to keep secret the fact
that they were going to search for a wonderful
idol of gold. Not even the mule and ox-cart
drivers, whom they would hire to take them into
the wilds of the interior would be told of the real
object of the search. It would be given out that
they were looking for interesting ruins of ancient
cities, with a view to getting such antiquities
as might be there.
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