though he stopped every now and then to peer out at the bats, that still came in unbroken flight from the old temple. Truly there must have been many thousands of them.
Whether Tom dreamed of gold that night he did not say, but he was the first one up in the morning, and Ned saw him hurrying over the sands toward the temple.
"Hold on, Tom!" his chum called as he hastened to dress. "Where you going?"
"To have a hunt for that tunnel before breakfast. I don't want to lose any time. No telling when Delazes and his crowd may be after us. And the Fogers, too, may strike our trail. Come on, we'll get busy."
"Where do you think the tunnel will be?" asked Ned, when he had caught up to Tom.
"Well, according to all that Mr. Illingway could tell us, it was somewhere near this temple. We'll make a circle of it, and if we don't come across it then we'll make another, and so on, increasing the size of the circles each time, until we find what we're looking for."
"Let's have a look inside the temple first," suggested Ned. "It must have been a magnificant place when it was new, and with the processions of people and priests in their golden robes."
"You ought to have been an Aztec," suggested
