Tom Swift in the Caves of Ice, Or, the Wreck of the Airship (Dodo Press)
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American boys' fiction under pseudonym used by the Stratemeyer Syndicate who produced Tom Swift series, Nancy Drew mysteries, the Hardy Boys, Dave Fearless and many others.
the jeers of the crowd, the discomfited lad took his aeroplane back to the shed in the rear of his house. "I'll fix it yet, and make a long flight," he declared. "I'll show Tom Swift he can't laugh at me!" "You'll make a long flight eh?" asked one of the machinists. "Where will you go?" "Never mind," answered Andy, with a knowing wink. "I've got a plan up my sleeve—my father and I are going to do something that will astonish everybody in Shopton," and then Andy, with many nods and winks, went
too! Dat's what I would! Fust I'd let mah mule Boomerang kick him a bit, an' den, when he was all mussed up, I'd whitewash him!" That was the colored man's favorite method of dealing with enemies, but, of course, he could not always carry it out. However, after considering the matter from all sides, it was decided that nothing could be done for the present. "Let them go," said Tom, "I don't believe they'll ever find the valley of gold. I fancy I threw a scare into Andy, talking as I did about
first. "Well, bless my shoelaces! if this isn't luck!" cried Mr. Damon, as he opened the door of the cabin, and looked about the cave in which they now found themselves. It was comparatively light, for the entrance was very large, though the rear of the cavern was in gloom. "Yes, indeed, we got to it just in time,'" agreed Tom. "Now let's see what sort of a place it is. We'll have to explore it." "There may be a landslide, or the roof may come down on our heads," objected Mr. Parker. "Oh, my
smoothly. "I think your mining friend will tell you that we have a right to take up an abandoned claim." "But we didn't abandon it!" declared Tom. "We only went away to get the stakes." "The claim was abandoned, and we have 'jumped' it," went on Mr. Foger, and he cocked his rifle. "I need hardly tell you that possession is nine points of the law, and that we intend to remain. Andy, is your gun loaded?" "Yes, pa." "I—I guess they've got us—fer th' time bein'," murmured Abe, as he motioned to
that!" cried Mr. Damon. Abe nodded without speaking. There was nothing else to do. Sadly and silently they made up into packs the things they had saved, and started southward, guided by a small compass the miner had with him. It was a melancholy party. Fortunately the weather had turned a little warmer or they might have been frozen to death. They tramped all that day, shaping their course to take them out of the valley on a side well away from where the hostile natives lived. At night they