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[Illustration: THE BIG BEAST HAD A MONKEY IN ITS MOUTH.]
THE MOTOR BOYS IN MEXICO
Or
The Secret of the Buried City
by
CLARENCE YOUNG
Author of
"The Racer Boys Series" and "The Jack Ranger Series."
New York
Cupples & Leon Co.
* * * * * * *
BOOKS BY CLARENCE YOUNG
=THE MOTOR BOYS SERIES=
(_Trade Mark, Reg. U. S. Pat. Of._)
12mo. Illustrated
Price per volume, 60 cents, postpaid
THE MOTOR BOYS
Or Chums Through Thick and Thin
THE MOTOR BOYS OVERLAND
Or A Long Trip for Fun and Fortune
THE MOTOR BOYS IN MEXICO
Or The Secret of the Buried City
THE MOTOR BOYS ACROSS THE PLAINS
Or The Hermit of Lost Lake
THE MOTOR BOYS AFLOAT
Or The Stirring Cruise of the Dartaway
THE MOTOR BOYS ON THE ATLANTIC
Or The Mystery of the Lighthouse
THE MOTOR BOYS IN STRANGE WATERS
Or Lost in a Floating Forest
THE MOTOR BOYS ON THE PACIFIC
Or The Young Derelict Hunters
THE MOTOR BOYS IN THE CLOUDS
Or A Trip for Fame and Fortune
=THE JACK RANGER SERIES=
12mo. Finely Illustrated
Price per volume, $1.00, postpaid
JACK RANGER'S SCHOOLDAYS
Or The Rivals of Washington Hall
JACK RANGER'S WESTERN TRIP
Or From Boarding School to Ranch and Range
JACK RANGER'S SCHOOL VICTORIES
Or Track, Gridiron and Diamond
JACK RANGER'S OCEAN CRUISE
Or The Wreck of the Polly Ann
JACK RANGER'S GUN CLUB
Or From Schoolroom to Camp and Trail
* * * * * * *
Copyright, 1906, by
Cupples & Leon Company
THE MOTOR BOYS IN MEXICO
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I. THE PROFESSOR IN TROUBLE 1
II. THE PROFESSOR'S STORY 9
III. NEWS OF NODDY NIXON 17
IV. OVER THE RIO GRANDE 24
V. A THIEF IN THE NIGHT 32
VI. INTO THE WILDERNESS 41
VII. A FIERCE FIGHT 50
VIII. THE OLD MEXICAN 58
IX. A VIEW OF THE ENEMY 66
X. SOME TRICKS IN MAGIC 74
XI. NODDY NIXON'S PLOT 82
XII. NODDY SCHEMES WITH MEXICANS 90
XIII. ON THE TRAIL 98
XIV. THE ANGRY MEXICANS 105
XV. CAUGHT BY AN ALLIGATOR 112
XVI. THE LAUGHING SERPENT 120
XVII. AN INTERRUPTED KIDNAPPING 127
XVIII. THE UNDERGROUND CITY 133
XIX. IN AN ANCIENT TEMPLE 141
XX. MYSTERIOUS HAPPENINGS 148
XXI. NODDY HAS A TUMBLE 156
XXII. FACE TO FACE 163
XXIII. BOB IS KIDNAPPED 171
XXIV. BOB TRIES TO FLEE 179
XXV. AN UNEXPECTED FRIEND 187
XXVI. THE ESCAPE OF MAXIMINA 195
XXVII. A STRANGE MESSAGE 204
XXVIII. TO THE RESCUE 212
XXIX. THE FIGHT 220
XXX. HOMEWARD BOUND 229
PREFACE.
_Dear Boys_:
At last I am able to give you the third volume of "The Motor Boys
Series," a line of books relating the doings of several wide-awake lads
on wheels, in and around their homes and in foreign lands.
The first volume of this series, called "The Motor Boys," told how Ned,
Bob and Jerry became the proud possessors of motor-cycles, and won
several races of importance, including one which gave to them, something
that they desired with all their hearts, a big automobile touring car.
Having obtained the automobile, the lads were not content until they
arranged for a long trip to the great West, as told in "The Motor Boys
Overland." On the way they fell in with an old miner, who held the
secret concerning the location of a lost gold mine, and it was for this
mine that they headed, beating out some rivals who were also their
bitter enemies.
While at the mine the boys, through a learned professor, learned of a
buried city in Mexico, said to contain treasures of vast importance.
Their curiosity was fired, and they arranged to go to Mexico in their
touring car, and the present volume tells how this trip was accomplished.
Being something of an automobile enthusiast myself, it has pleased me
greatly to write this story, and I hope the boys will like "The Motor
Boys in Mexico" fully as well as they appeared to enjoy "The Motor Boys"
and "The Motor Boys Overland."
CLARENCE YOUNG.
_May 28, 1906._
THE MOTOR BOYS IN MEXICO.
CHAPTER I.
THE PROFESSOR IN TROUBLE.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
It was the sound of a big revolver being fired rapidly.
"Hi, there! Who you shootin' at?" yelled a voice.
Miners ran from rude shacks and huts to see what the trouble was. Down
the valley, in front of a log cabin, there was a cloud of smoke.
"Who's killed? What's the matter? Is it a fight?" were questions the men
asked rapidly of each other. Down by the cabin whence the shots sounded,
and where the white vapor was rolling away, a Chinaman was observed
dancing about on one foot, holding the other in his hands.
"What is it?" asked a tall, bronzed youth, coming from his cabin near
the shaft of a mine on top of a small hill. "Cowboys shooting the town
up?"
"I guess it's only a case of a Chinaman fooling with a gun,
Jerry. Shall I run down and take a look?" asked a fat, jolly,
good-natured-looking lad.
"Might as well, Chunky," said the other. "Then come back and tell Ned
and me. My, but it's warm!"
The stout youth, whom his companion had called Chunky, in reference to
his stoutness, hurried down toward the cabin, about which a number of
the miners were gathering. In a little while he returned.
"That was it," he said. "Dan Beard's Chinese cook got hold of a revolver
and wanted to see how it worked. He found out."
"Is he much hurt?" asked a third youth, who had joined the one addressed
as Jerry, in the cabin door.
"One bullet hit his big toe, but he's more scared than injured. He
yelled as if he was killed, Ned."
"Well, if that's all the excitement, I'm going in and finish the letter
I was writing to the folks at home," remarked Jerry. The other lads
entered the cabin with him, and soon all three were busy writing or
reading notes, for one mail had come in and another was shortly to leave
the mining camp.
It was a bright day, early in November, though the air was as hot as if
it was mid-summer, for the valley, which contained the gold diggings,
was located in the southern part of Arizona, and the sun fairly burned
as it blazed down.
The three boys, who had gone back into their cabin when the excitement
following the accidental shooting of the Chinaman had died away, were
Jerry Hopkins, Bob Baker and Ned Slade. Bob was the son of Andrew Baker,
a wealthy banker; Ned's father was a well-to-do merchant, and Jerry was
the son of a widow, Julia Hopkins. All of the boys lived in Cresville,
Mass., a town not far from Boston.
The three boys had been chums through thick and thin for as many years
as they could remember. A strange combination of circumstances had
brought them to Arizona, where, in company with Jim Nestor, an old
western miner, they had discovered a rich gold mine that had been lost
for many years.
"There, my letter's finished," announced Jerry, about half an hour after
the incident of the shooting.
"I had mine done an hour ago," said Ned.
"Let's run into town in the auto and mail them. We need some supplies,
anyhow," suggested Bob.
"All right," assented the others.
The three boys went to the shed where their touring car, a big, red
machine in which they had come West, was stored. Ned cranked up, and
with a rattle, rumble and bang of the exhaust, the car started off,
carrying the three lads to Rockyford, a town about ten miles from the
gold diggings.
"I wonder if we'll ever see Noddy Nixon or Jack Pender again?" asked
Bob, when the auto had covered about three miles.
"And you might as well say Bill Berry and Tom Dalsett," put in Jerry.
"They all got away together. I don't believe in looking on the dark side
of things, but I'm afraid we'll have trouble yet with that quartette."
"They certainly got away in great shape," said Bob. "I'll give Noddy
credit for that, if he is a mean bully."
Noddy Nixon was an old enemy of the three chums. As has been told in
the story of "The Motor Boys," the first book of this series, Jerry,
Ned and Bob, when at home in Massachusetts, had motor-cycles and used
to go on long trips together, on several of which they met Noddy Nixon,
Jack Pender and Bill Berry, a town ne'er-do-well, with no very pleasant
results. The boys had been able to secure their motor-cycles through
winning prizes at a bicycle race, in which Noddy was beaten. This made
him more than ever an enemy of the Motor Boys.
The latter, after having many adventures on their small machines,
entered a motor-cycle race. In this they were again successful,
defeating some crack riders, and the prize this time was a big, red
touring automobile, the same they were now using.
Once they had an auto they decided on a trip across the continent, and
their doings on that journey are recorded in the second book of this
series, entitled "The Motor Boys Overland."
It was while out riding in their auto in Cresville one evening that they
came across a wounded miner in a hut. He turned out to be Jim Nestor,
who knew the secret of a lost mine in Arizona. While sick in the hut,
Nestor was robbed of some gold he carried in a belt. Jack Pender was the
thief, and got away, although the Motor Boys chased him.
With Nestor as a guide, the boys set out to find the lost mine. On the
way they had many adventures with wild cowboys and stampeded cattle,
while once the auto caught fire.
They made the acquaintance, on the prairies, of Professor Uriah
Snodgrass, a collector of bugs, stones and all sorts of material for
college museums, for he was a naturalist. They succeeded in rescuing
the professor from a mob of cowboys, who, under the impression that the
naturalist had stolen one of their horses, were about to hang him. The
professor went with the boys and Nestor to the mine, and was still with
them.
The gold claim was not easily won. Noddy Nixon, Pender, Berry and one
Pud Stoneham, a gambler, aided by Tom Dalsett, who used to work for
Nestor, attacked the Motor Boys and their friends and tried to get the
mine away from them.
However, Jerry and his friends won out, the sheriff arrested Stoneham
for several crimes committed, and the others fled in Noddy's auto, which
he had stolen from his father, for Noddy had left home because it was
discovered that he had robbed the Cresville iron mill of one thousand
dollars, which crime Jerry and his two chums had discovered and fastened
on the bully.
So it was no small wonder, after all the trouble Noddy and his gang had
caused, that Jerry felt he and his friends might hear more of their
unpleasant acquaintances. Noddy, Jerry knew, was not one to give up an
object easily.
In due time town was reached, the letters were mailed, and the supplies
purchased. Then the auto was headed back toward camp. About five miles
from the gold diggings, Ned, who sat on the front seat with Bob, who was
steering, called out:
"Hark! Don't you hear some one shouting?"
Bob shut off the power and, in the silence which ensued, the boys heard
a faint call.
"Help! Help! Help!"
"It's over to the left," said Ned.
"No; it's to the right, up on top of that hill," announced Jerry.
They all listened intently, and it was evident that Jerry was correct.
The cries could be heard a little more plainly now.
"Help! Hurry up and help!" called the voice. "I'm down in a hole!"
The boys jumped from the auto and ran to the top of the hill. At the
summit they found an abandoned mine shaft. Leaning over this they heard
groans issuing from it, and more cries for aid.
"Who's there?" asked Jerry.
"Professor Uriah Snodgrass, A. M., Ph.D., F. R. G. S., B. A. and A. B.
H."
"Our old friend, the professor!" exclaimed Ned. "How did you ever get
there?" he called down the shaft.
"Never mind how I got here, my dear young friend," expostulated the
professor, "but please be so kind as to help me out. I came down a
ladder, but the wood was rotten, and when I tried to climb out, the
rungs broke. Have you a rope?"
"Run back to the machine and get one," said Jerry to Bob. "We'll have to
pull him up, just as we did the day he fell over the cliff."
In a few minutes Bob came back with the rope. A noose was made in one
end and this was lowered to the professor.
"Put it around your chest, under your arms, and we will haul you up,"
said Jerry.
"I can't!" cried the professor.
"Why not?"
"Can't use my hands."
"Are your arms broken?" asked the boy, afraid lest his friend had met
with an injury.
"No, my dear young friend, my arms are not broken. I am not hurt at all."
"Then, why can't you put the rope under your arms?"
"Because I have a very rare specimen of a big, red lizard in one hand,
and a strange kind of a bat in the other. They are both alive, and if
I let them go to fix the rope they'll get away, and they're worth five
hundred dollars each. I'd rather stay here all my life than lose these
specimens."
"How will we ever get him up?" asked Bob.