# ent

id: 499
type: WORK_OF_ART
entity:
  Valdez open the package; but it is not gold, though he think so because it is yellow, and the man with no hair on his head keep it in his pocket close, so close,


id: 43204
type: WORK_OF_ART
entity:
  The Rivals of Rivertown Comrades of the Saddle or The Young Rough Riders of the Plains The Boys of the Wireless or a Stirring Rescue


# bib

id: 4711
title: Tom Swift in the City of Gold; Or, Marvelous Adventures Underground
author: Appleton, Victor
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  "This white man thought a great deal of the image," said Tom, again "Tom Swift, have you got that map?" suddenly cried Mr. Damon. "How--how big am dem gold images, Massa Tom?" asked Eradicate readiness, and when good-byes had been said to Mr. Swift, and Mrs. Baggert, Tom, Ned and Mr. Damon, followed by the faithful colored Tom and Ned went to several theatrical performances, and wanted Mr. Damon to go with them, but the odd man said he wanted to visit "Say!" began Ned in wondering tones, "Tom, doesn''t that look like--" Tom found Ned and Mr. Damon, who were looking for him. The image was not in sight, though Tom and Ned and Mr. Damon looked eagerly around for it. Tom, Ned, Mr. Damon and Eradicate had to do most of the work. Mr. Damon and Eradicate went with Tom and Ned. It was no easy work


id: 499
title: Tom Swift in the Land of Wonders; Or, The Underground Search for the Idol of Gold
author: Appleton, Victor
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  "So, Tom Swift," went on the professor, "I come to you for help in this "Surely you don''t mean it, Tom Swift," gasped Professor Bumper at "Nor did I ever hear Professor Beecher speak of Tom," said the "Tom how soon can we go?" asked Professor Bumper, as he began arranging while Mr. Damon went out with Tom and Ned to one of the shops to look "No," said Tom, with a look at Ned, for he did not want to take the big "Yes. You know Professor Bumper spoke of a rival--a man named Beecher "You are right, Tom," said Professor Bumper. Before Tom and Ned reached the place whence Professor Bumper had Professor Bumper was able to be about, and Tom and Ned the natives settled down, Tom, Ned, Mr. Damon and Professor Bumper Tom, Professor Bumper, Ned and Mr. Damon set


id: 50802
title: A City Near Centaurus
author: Doede, William R.
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  was doing in an old dead city so far from his people. "You never told us about this old dead city," Michaelson said, And even if they did, spirits care nothing for old cities half He walked away from the old man, heading for another building. Michaelson stood in the ancient street, tall, gaunt, feet planted wide, god to feel the spirits moving in the houses and walking in these old Michaelson was warming up to his subject, but Maota shook his head like Old Maota stood in the street with webbed feet planted far apart in Maota looked off toward the hills, old eyes filmed from years of sand Michaelson prepared himself to move if the old man''s finger slid closer Old Maota read, Michaelson listened. But Maota was an old man. Michaelson did, and he saw the city beyond, as if he were looking "I don''t like your thoughts," Maota said.


id: 43204
title: The Motor Boys in Mexico; Or, The Secret of the Buried City
author: Young, Clarence
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  "Run back to the machine and get one," said Jerry to Bob. "More like hanging two people with one rope," laughed Bob. But Ned''s plan was voted a good one. When Jerry and Bob had pulled Professor Snodgrass up as far as possible, "Much obliged to you, boys," he said, coming over to Bob and Jerry. "I''m going to write home now and find if I can go," said Ned. Jerry and Bob said they would do the same, and soon three letters were "He got Jerry''s money-belt," said Ned, "but----" "Good-night," said Ned and Jerry, as they locked their door, which had "It may be a whole school of fishes," said Bob. Just then there came a more violent agitation of the water, and the auto "We must get Bob, no matter what happens," said Jerry to Ned. professor, Ned and Jerry ran their machine over to where Noddy was. "And the other is Bob''s," said Jerry.


id: 63473
title: Dust Unto Dust
author: Hinckley, Lyman D.
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  Martin led Wass, and the gangling, scarecrow-like Rodney, through the "Hey, Martin!" Rodney called through his helmet radio. Three feet from the edge of the city Martin stopped and stubbed at the Martin and Rodney started slowly down the wide metal "Martin!" Wass'' voice came through the receivers in both their radios. Wass said, more quietly, "Remember that metal band? Martin clapped a hand on Rodney''s shoulder again, starting him moving, "No go," Martin said to Wass. Walking with Rodney, Martin heard Wass'' voice, flat and metallic Wass said coldly, "He''s right, Martin." Wass stared down at the metal street, as if he could look through it. Martin adjusted his torch, began to lead the way down the metal ramp. After a time he said, "Rodney, Wass, it''s dust, down there. Looking up, Martin saw Wass above Rodney. "All right, Wass," Martin said quietly, as Rodney released the rope and


id: 63392
title: Doorway to Kal-Jmar
author: Knight, Damon
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  Syme murmured something and turned away, feeling the spaceman''s eyes Syme looked at the man, nursing the tortured muscles of his arms. "Never mind," said Syme, taking his arm. "I wanta go to Kal-Jmar," said Tate. Harold Tate told him, and later, when Syme had taken him to his rooms, Syme turned the little sand car up a gentle rise towards the tortuous Syme nodded and moved the sand car up to the edge of the gully. "Most of these gullies peter out gradually," said Syme, "but if we want "Yeah," said Syme, and opened the door. "There are many secrets in Kal-Jmar," the Martian said, "among them a into cities like Kal-Jmar; our ancestors chose to adapt their bodies to "Kal-Jmar," said Syme. just stood there, looking dumbly from the gun to Syme''s dark face. know, either, that Syme was not a Martian, or that he wanted a steak,


