They and their natives had disappeared.
"I guess we were too much for them," spoke Tom. But the sequel was
soon to prove differently.
It was three days after our friends had regained their mine, during
which time they had dug out considerable gold, that toward evening,
as Tom was taking the last of the output of yellow pebbles into the
cave where the airship was, he looked across the valley.
"Looks like something coming this way," observed the young inventor.
"Natives, I guess."
"It is," agreed Ned, "quite a large party, too!"
"Better tell Abe and the others," went on Tom. "I don't like the
looks of this. Maybe the sudden disappearance of the Fogers has
something to do with it."
Abe, Mr. Damon and Mr. Parker hurried from the ice cave. They had
caught up their guns as they ran out.
"They're still coming on," called Tom, "and are headed this way."
"They're Indians, all right!" exclaimed Abe. "Hark! What's that?"
It was the sound of shouting and singing.
Through the gathering dusk the party advanced. Our friends closely
scanned them. There was something familiar about the two leading
figures, and it could now be seen that in the rear were a number of
dog sleds.
"There's Andy Foger and his father!" cried Ned. "They've gone and
got a lot of Eskimos to help them drive us away.
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