On Professor Bumper’s face there was, plainly to be seen, a look of expectation, and it seemed to be shared by Mr. Damon, who seemed eager to burst into enthusiastic talk.  On the other hand Tom Swift appeared a bit indifferent.

Ned himself admitted that he was frankly curious.  The story of the big idol of gold had occupied his thoughts for many hours.

“Well, I’m glad to see you both,” said Tom again.  “You got here all right, I see, Professor Bumper.  But I didn’t expect you to meet and bring Mr. Damon with you.”

“I met him on the train,” explained the author of the book on the lost city of Pelone, as well as books on other antiquities.  “I had no expectation of seeing him, and we were both surprised when we met on the express.”

“It stopped at Waterfield, Tom,” explained Mr. Damon, “which it doesn’t usually do, being an aristocratic sort of train, not given even to hesitating at our humble little town.  There were some passengers to get off, which caused the flier to stop, I suppose.  And, as I wanted to come over to see you, I got aboard.”

“Glad you did,” voiced Tom.

“Then I happened to see Professor Bumper a few seats ahead of me,” went on Mr. Damon, “and, bless my scarfpin! he was coming to see you also.”

“Well, I’m doubly glad,” answered Tom.

“So here we are,” went on Mr. Damon, “and you’ve simply got to come, Tom Swift.  You must go with us!” and Mr. Damon, in his enthusiasm, banged his fist down on the table with such force that he knocked some books to the floor.

Koku, the giant, who was in the hall, opened the door and in his imperfect English asked: 

“Master Tom knock for him bigs man?”

“No,” answered Tom with a smile, “I didn’t knock or call you, Koku.  Some books fell, that is all.”

“Massa Tom done called fo’ me, dat’s what he done!” broke in the petulant voice of Eradicate.

“No, Rad, I don’t need anything,” Tom said.  “Though you might make a pitcher of lemonade.  It’s rather warm.”

“Right away, Massa Tom!  Right away!” cried the old colored man, eager to be of service.

“Me help, too!” rumbled Koku, in his deep voice.  “Me punch de lemons!” and away he hurried after Eradicate, fearful lest the old servant do all the honors.

“Same old Rad and Koku,” observed Mr. Damon with a smile.  “But now, Tom, while they’re making the lemonade, let’s get down to business.  You’re going with us, of course!”

“Where?” asked Tom, more from habit than because he did not know.

“Where?  Why to Honduras, of course!  After the idol of gold!  Why, bless my fountain pen, it’s the most wonderful story I ever heard of!  You’ve read Professor Bumper’s article, of course.  He told me you had.  I read it on the train coming over.  He also told me about it, and——­ Well, I’m going with him, Tom Swift.

“And think of all the adventures that may befall us!  We’ll get lost in buried cities, ride down raging torrents on a raft, fall over a cliff maybe and be rescued.  Why, it makes me feel quite young again!” and Mr. Damon arose, to pace excitedly up and down the room.