"Where is she going?" asked Tom suspiciously.
"To get her grandfather. He very old Indian.
He know story of buried cities under trees. Very
old story--what you call legend, maybe. But
Goosal know. He tell same as his grandfather
told him. You wait. Goosal come, and you listen."
"Good, Ned!" suddenly cried Tom. "Maybe,
we'll get on the track of lost Kurzon after all,
through some ancient Indian legend. Maybe we
won't need the map!"
"It hardly seems possible," said Ned slowly.
"What can these Indians know of buried cities
that were out of existence before Columbus came
here? Why, they haven't any written history."
"No, and that may be just the reason they are
more likely to be right," returned Tom. "Legends
handed down from one grandfather to another
go back a good many hundred years. If
they were written they might be destroyed as
the professor's map was. Somehow or other,
though I can't tell why, I begin to see daylight
ahead of us."
"I wish I did," remarked Ned.
"Here comes Goosal I think," murmured Tom,
and he pointed to an Indian, bent with the weight
of years, who, led by Tal's wife, was slowly
approaching the hut.
CHAPTER XXI
THE CAVERN
"Now Goosal can tell you," said Tal, evidently
pleased that he had, in a measure, solved the
problem caused by the burning of the professor's
map. "Goosal very old Indian. He know old
stories--legends--very old."
"Well, if he can tell us how to find the buried
city of Kurzon and the--the things in it," said
Tom, "he's all right!"
The aged Indian proceeded slowly toward the
hut where the impatient youths awaited him.
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