“There’s the place,” said the professor, pointing with his finger to the buried city. “How I wish I could go there! It has always been my desire to follow the footsteps of my unfortunate friend. Perhaps I might discover the buried city. I could investigate it, make discoveries and write a book about it. That would be the height of my ambition. But I’m afraid I’ll never be able to do it.”
For a few minutes there was silence about the camp-fire, each one thinking of the mysterious city that was not so very many miles from them.
Suddenly Ned jumped to his feet and gave a yell.
“Whoop!” he cried. “I have it! It will be the very thing!”
[CHAPTER III.]
NEWS OF NODDY NIXON.
“What’s the matter? Bit by a kissin’ bug?” asked Nestor, as Ned was capering about.
“Nope! I’m going to find that buried city,” replied Ned.
“He’s loony!” exclaimed the miner. “He’s been sleepin’ in the moonlight. That’s a bad thing to do, Ned.”