Part 12 (1/2)

”Bless my shoes! What's to be done?” inquired Mr. Damon, looking around helplessly.

”We must get him out, that's all,” decided Mr. Jenks; with vigor. ”Get him out and drop him overboard!”

”Drop him overboard!” cried Mr. Parker, in horror.

”Not exactly, but get rid of him,” proceeded the diamond seeker. ”That man is one of my enemies. He has been sent by the band of diamond makers hidden among the mountains, to spy on me, and, if possible, prevent me from seeking to discover their secret. He tried to work on Tom's Swift's fears, and frighten him from using his airs.h.i.+p on this quest. Then, when he failed, the man must have sneaked into the shed, and hidden himself in the s.h.i.+p. We must get rid of him, or he may wreck the Red Cloud!”

”That's so!” cried Tom. ”We must try to capture him. I think we had better--” the lad paused, and again listened to the wireless message.

”Father says Eradicate saw the man have a gun, so we must be careful,”

the young inventor translated the dots and dashes.

”Bless my powder horn!” exploded Mr. Damon.

”We shall have to proceed cautiously then,” spoke Mr. Jenks. ”If he is like any others in the gang he is a desperate man.”

”Better sneak up on him then, if we can,” proposed Mr. Parker. ”There are enough of us to cope with one man, even if he is armed. You have weapons aboard, haven't you?” he inquired of Tom.

”Yes,” was the hesitating answer, ”but I don't want to use them if I can help it. Not only because of the danger, and a dislike of shedding blood, but because a stray bullet might pierce the gas bag and damage the s.h.i.+p.”

”That's so,” agreed Mr. Jenks. ”Well, I guess if we go at it the right way we can capture him without any shooting. But we must talk more quietly--we ought to have whispered--he may have heard us.”

”I don't think so,” replied Tom. ”The storeroom is far enough off so that he couldn't hear us. Besides, the motor makes such a racket that he couldn't distinguish what we were talking about, even if he heard our voices. So, unless he heard the wireless working, and suspects something from that, he probably doesn't know that we are aware of his presence aboard.”

”But why do you think he has remained quiet all this while, Tom?” asked Mr. Damon.

”Probably he wants to wait until the s.h.i.+p is farther out west,”

suggested Mr. Jenks. ”Then he will be nearer his friends, and can get help, if he needs it.”

”And do you really believe he would destroy the Red Cloud?” asked Mr.

Parker.

”I think that all he is waiting for is a favorable chance,” declared the diamond seeker. ”He would destroy the craft, and us too, if he could prevent us from discovering the secret of Phantom Mountain, I believe.”

”Then we must get ahead of him,” decided Tom, quietly. ”I have just flashed to dad a message, telling him that we will heed his warning. Now to capture the stowaway!”

”And while we're about it, give him a good scare when we do get him,”

suggested Mr. Jenks.

”How?” asked Tom.

”Threaten to drop him overboard. Perhaps that will make him tell how he happened to get in our s.h.i.+p, and what are the plans of the gang of diamond makers. We may get valuable information that way.”

”I don't believe you can scare such fellows much,” was Tom's opinion, but it was agreed to try.

”How are you going to capture him?” asked Mr. Parker. ”If he has a gun it won't be any too easy to go in the storeroom, and drag him out.”

”We'll have to use a little strategy,” decided Tom, and then they discussed several plans. The one finally adopted was that Tom and Mr.

Damon should enter the storeroom, casually, as if in search of food to cook for supper. They would discuss various dishes, and Mr. Damon was to express a preference for something in the food line, the box containing which, was well back in the room. This would give the two a chance to penetrate to the far end of the apartment, without arousing the suspicions of the hidden man, who, doubtless, would be listening to the conversation.