Part 18 (1/2)

”From the discharges of lightning among these mountain peaks, which contain so much iron ore. We will be in grave danger.”

The fact that the scientist had not always made correct predictions was not now considered by his hearers, and Tom and the two men gazed at Mr.

Parker in some alarm.

”Is there anything we can do to avoid it?” asked Mr. Jenks.

”The only thing to do would be to leave the mountain,” was the answer, ”and, as the iron ore extends for miles, we can not get out of the danger zone before the storm will reach us. It will be here in less than half an hour.”

”Then we'd better have supper,” remarked Tom, practically, ”and get ready for it. Perhaps it may not be as bad as Mr. Parker fears.”

”It will be bad enough,” declared the gloomy scientist, and he seemed to find pleasure in his announcement.

The meal was soon over, and Tom busied himself in looking to the guy ropes of the tent, for he feared lest there might be wind with the storm. That it was coming was evident, for now low mutterings of thunder could be heard off toward the west.

Black clouds rapidly obscured the heavens, and the sound of thunder increased. Fitful flashes of lightning could be seen forking across the sky in jagged chains of purple light.

”It's going to be a heavy storm,” Tom admitted to himself. ”I hope lightning doesn't strike around here.”

The storm came on rapidly, but there was a curious quietness in the air that was more alarming than if a wind had blown. The campfire burned steadily, and there was a certain oppressiveness in the atmosphere.

It was now quite dark, save when the fitful lightning flashes came, and they illuminated the scene brilliantly for a few seconds. Then, by contrast, it was blacker than ever.

Suddenly, as Tom was gazing up toward the peak of Phantom Mountain, he saw something that caused him to cry out in alarm. He pointed upward, and whispered hoa.r.s.ely:

”The ghost again! There's our friend in white!”

The others looked, and saw the same weird figure that had menaced them when they were encamped on the other side of the peak.

”They must have followed us,” said Mr. Jenks, in a low voice.

Slowly the figure advanced, It waved the long white arms, as if in warning. At times it would be only dimly visible in the blackness, then, suddenly it would stand out in bold relief as a great flash of fire split the clouds.

The thunder, meanwhile, had been growing louder and sharper, indicating the nearer approach of the storm. Each lightning flash was followed in a second or two, by a terrific clap. Still there was no wind nor rain, and the campfire burned steadily.

All at once there was a crash as if the very mountain had split asunder, and the adventurers saw a great ball of purple-bluish fire shoot down, as if from some cloud, and strike against the side of the crag, not a hundred feet from where stood the ghostly figure in white.

”That was a bad one,” cried Mr. Damon, shouting so as to be heard above the echoes of the thunderclap.

Almost as he spoke there came another explosion, even louder than the one preceding. A great ball of fire, pear shaped, leaped for the same spot in the mountain.

”There's a ma.s.s of iron ore there!” yelled Mr. Parker. ”The lightning is attracted to it!”

His voice was swallowed up in the terrific crash that followed, and, as there came another flash of the celestial fire, the figure in white could be seen hurrying back up the mountain trail. Evidently the electrical storm, with lightning bolts discharging so close, was too much for the ”ghost.”

In another instant it looked as if the whole place about where the diamond seekers stood, was a ma.s.s of fire. Great forked tongues of lightning leaped from the clouds, and seemed to lick the ground. There was a rattle and bang of thunder, like the firing of a battery of guns.

Tom and the others felt themselves tingling all over, as if they had hold of an electrical battery, and there was a strong smell of sulphur in the air.