CHAPTER XX

IN THE GOLD VALLEY

The excited cries of the old miner brought Mr. Damon and Mr. Parker

to the pilothouse on the run.

"Bless my refrigerator!" exclaimed Mr. Damon. "Are there more of

those savage, shaggy creatures down there?"

"No, but we are over th' caves of ice," explained Abe. "That means

we are near th' gold."

"You don't say so!" burst out the scientist. "The caves of ice! Now

I can begin my real observations! I have a theory that the caves are

on top of a strata of ice that is slowly moving down, and will

eventually bury the whole of the North American continent. Let me

once get down there, and I can prove what I say."

"I'd a good deal rather you wouldn't prove it, if it's going to be

anything like it was on Earthquake Island, or out among the diamond

makers." said Tom Swift. "But we will go down there, to see what

they are like. Perhaps there is a trail from among the ice caves to

the valley of gold."

"I don't think so," said Abe, shaking his head.

"I think th' gold valley lies over that high ridge," and he pointed

to one. "That's where me an' my partner was," he went on. "I

recognize th' place now."

"Well, we'll go down here, anyhow," decided Tom, and he pulled the

lever to let some gas out of the bag, and tilted the deflection

rudder to send the airship toward the odd caves.

And, curious enough did our friends find them when they had made a

landing and got out to walk about them. It was very cold, for on

every side was solid ice. They walked on ice, which was like a floor

beneath their feet, level save where the ice caves reared

themselves. As for the caverns, they, too, were hollowed out of the

solid ice. It was exactly as though there had once been a level

surface of some liquid. Then by some upheaval of nature, the surface

was blown into bubbles, some large and some small. Then the whole

thing had frozen solid, and the bubbles became hollow caves. In time

part of the sides fell in and made an opening, so that nearly all

the caves were capable of being entered.

This method of their formation was advanced as a theory by Mr.

Parker, and no one cared to dispute him. The gold-seekers walked

about, gazing on the ice caves with wonder showing on their faces.

It was almost like being in some fantastic scene from fairyland, the

big ice bubbles representing the houses, the roofs being rounded

like the igloos of the Eskimos. Some had no means of entrance, the

outer surface showing no break. Others had small openings, like a

little doorway, while of still others there remained but a small

part of the original cave, some force of nature having crumbled and

crushed it.

"Wonderful! Wonderful!" exclaimed Mr. Parker. "It bears out my

theory exactly! Now to see how fast the ice is moving."

"How are you going to tell?" asked Tom.

"By taking some mark on this field of ice, and observing a distant

peak. Then I will set up a stake, and by noting their relative

positions, I can tell just how fast the ice field is moving

southward." The scientist hurried into the ship to get a sharpened

stake he had prepared for this purpose.

"How fast do you think the ice is moving?" asked Ned.

"Oh, perhaps two or three feet a year." "Two or three feet a year?"

gasped Mr. Damon. "Why, Parker, my dear fellow, at that rate it will

be some time before the ice gets to New York."

"Oh, yes. I hardly expect it will reach there within two thousand

years, but my theory will be proved, just the same!"

"Humph!" exclaimed Abe Abercrombie, "I ain't goin' to worry any

more, if it's goin' t' take all that while. I reckoned, to hear him

talk, that it was goin' t' happen next summer."

"So did I," agreed Tom, but their remarks were lost on Mr. Parker

who was busy making observations. The young inventor and the others

walked about among the ice caves.

"Some of these caverns would be big enough to house the RED CLOUD in

case of another hail storm," observed Tom. "That one over there

would hold two craft the size of mine," and, in fact, probably three

could have gotten in if the opening had been somewhat enlarged, for

the ice cave to which our hero pointed was an immense one.

As the adventurers were walking about they were startled by a

terrific crashing sound. They started in alarm, for, off to their

left, the top of one of the ice caverns had crashed inward, the

blocks of frozen water crushing and grinding against one another.

"It's a good thing we weren't in there," remarked Tom, and he could

not repress a shudder, "There wouldn't have been much left of the

RED CLOUD if she had been inside."

It was a desolate place, in spite of the wild beauty of it, and

beautiful it was when the sun shone on the ice caves, making them

sparkle as if they were studded with diamonds. But it was cold and

cheerless, and there were no signs that human beings had ever been

there. Mr. Parker had completed the setting of his stake, and picked

out his landmarks, and was gravely making his "observations," and

jotting down some figures in a notebook.

"How fast is it moving, Parker?" called Mr. Damon.

"I can't tell yet," was the response. "It will require observations

extending over several days before I will know the rate."

"Then we might as well go on," suggested Tom. "There is nothing to

be gained from staying here, and I would like to get to the gold

valley. Abe says we are near it."

"Right over that ridge, I take it to be," replied the miner. "An' we

can't get there any too soon for me. Those Fogers may git their ship

fixed up, an' arrive before we do if we wait much longer."

"Not much danger, I guess," declared Ned.

"Well, we'll go up in the air, and see what we can find," decided

Tom, as he turned back toward the ship.

They found the "ridge" as Abe designated it, to be a great plateau,

over a hundred miles in extent, and they were the better part of

that day crossing it, for they went slowly, so as not to miss the

valley which the miner was positive was close at hand. Mr. Parker

disliked leaving the ice caves, but Abe said there were more in the

valley where they were going, and the scientist could renew his

observations.

It was getting dusk when Tom, who was peering through a powerful

glass, called out:

"Well, we're at the end of the plateau, and it seems to dip down

into a valley just beyond here."

"Then that's the place!" cried Abe, excitedly. "Go slow, Tom."

Our hero needed no such caution. Carefully he sent the airship

forward. A few minutes later they were passing over a large Eskimo

village, the fur-clad inhabitants of which rushed about wildly

excited at the sight of the airship.

"There they are! Them's th' beggars!" cried the old miner. "Them's

th' fellows who drove me an' my partner away. But there's th' valley

of gold! I know it now! Now t' fill our pockets with nuggets!"

"Are you sure this is the place?" asked Mr. Damon.

"Sartin sure of it!" declared Abe. "Put her down, Tom! Put her

down!"

"All right," agreed the young inventor, as he shifted the deflection

rudder. The airship began her descent into the valley. The edge of

the plateau, leading down into the great depression was now black

with the Eskimos and Indians, who were capering about, gesticulating

wildly.

"It's quite a surprise party to 'em," observed Ned Newton.

"Yes, I hope they don't spring one on us," added Tom.

Down and down went the RED CLOUD lower and lower into the valley.

"There are ice caves there!" cried Mr. Parker, pointing to the

curiously rounded and hollow hummocks. "Lots of them!"

"And larger than the others!" added Mr. Damon.

The airship was now moving slowly, for Tom wanted to pick out a good

landing place. He saw a smooth stretch of the ice just ahead of him,

in front of an immense ice cave.

"I'll make for that," he told Ned.

A few minutes later the craft had come to rest. Tom shut off the

power and hurried from the pilothouse, donning his fur coat as he

rushed out. A blast of frigid air met him as he opened the outer

door of the cabin. Back on the ridge of the plateau he could see the

fringe of Indians.

"Well, we're here in the valley," he said, as his friends gathered

about him on the icy ground.

"An' now for th' gold!" cried Abe, "for it's here that th' nuggets

are--enough for all of us! Come on an' have a hunt for 'em!"

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