Tom Swift in the Caves of Ice, or, the Wreck of the Airship

a moment no one knew what to say, while the young

has dared to make a copy

at ink spot wasn't there when

plied th

ket," went on Tom. "So he must have h

ght have leaked," su

map folded in his pocket with the inside surface on the outside, the ink couldn't have gotten on. Besides, Andy always carries his fountain pen in his u

oger is capable of such an act," spoke

now closely scanning the parchment through a powerful magnifying

swered th

?" went on Tom, calling the

"It looks as if some one had b

asses, for measuring distances. Andy, or whoever made a copy of the map, u

you do?" asked

deny having made a copy of the map, and his father would, also. Even though I am sure they have a copy,

that?" a

s possible, and be first on

can travel in th' airship. That's one reason why I wanted t' go in one of these flyin' machines. Winter is no time to be in Alaska, but if we have an airship we won't min

out discovering Andy's trick that I haven't had much time to consid

d miner, as he pointed out the location on the map. "We'll head for what they call th' Snow Mountains, an'

airship, with the electric stove

ves of ice, an' it's dangerous for th' ordinary traveler. In fact an a

n to the valley of

I could see it. That was in th' summer, though of course

more comfortably in his ch

til we come to these Snow Mountains. Then our supplies gave out, an' if it hadn't been for some friendly Eskimos I don't know what we would have done. Jim and

ere we had been stopping with the friendly Eskimos, or Indians, as I call 'em. There, away down below, was a valley-an' a curious sort of a valley it were. It seemed fi

t us. They said it was dangerous, for th' ice caves were constantly fallin' in, an' smashin' whoever was inside. But t

y gold?" asked

his pocket a few yellow pebbles-lit

l, Jim an' me watched th' Indian going down into th' valley. He come back in about three hours, havin' only gone to th' nearest cave, an' he had t

th' trail for home-the Indians' home, I mean-

a piece of dog-skin we found in one of the huts. We had an idea we might get back, some day, an' find the valley, so we'd need a map t' go by. But poor Jim never got back. He got badly frozen when the Indians drove us an' our friends away, an' he never got over it. He died up there in th' ice, an' we buried him. I took th' map, an' w

y of the valley of g

e is to it," ass

re is much gold t

but, of course, it's dangerous. An' th' only way t' git t' it, an' pass th' savage Indians tha

what we'll do

way in the RED CLOUD?

ether there, and start for the Snow Mountains. In Seattle we can get plenty of supplies and stores. It will be

But what about Andy-do you think he'll try to follow-or t

Andy. I will try to learn whether he really has a copy of the map, tho

. "I'd like t' start as soon as we can, for it's awful c

getting the RED CLOUD in readine