Wonderful! Bless my hatband, but I hope
Tom is here!"
"Mr. Damon!" exclaimed our hero, as he recognized the tones of
his eccentric friend. "But who is with him?"
A moment later he caught sight of the gentleman who was always
blessing himself, or something. Behind him stood another man,
whose features Tom could not see plainly.
"Hello, Tom Swift!" called Mr. Damon. "Looking over the Red
Cloud, eh? Does that mean you're off on another trip?"
"I guess it does," answered the lad.
"Where to this time? if I may ask."
"I'm thinking of going off to the mountains to find a band of
men engaged in making diamonds," replied Tom.
"Making diamonds! Bless my finger ring! Making diamonds! A trip
to the mountains! Bless my disposition! but do you know I'd like
to go with you!"
"I was thinking of asking you, Mr. Damon."
"Were you? Bless my heart, I'm glad you thought of me. You
don't by any possible chance want another person; do you?"
"We were thinking of having four in the party, Mr. Damon," and
Tom wondered who was with his eccentric friend.
"Then bless my election ticket! This is the very chance for
you, Mr. Parker!" cried Mr. Damon. "Will you go with us? It will
be just what you need," and Mr. Damon stepped aside, revealing to
Tom the features of Mr. Ralph Parker, the scientist who had
correctly predicted the destruction of Earthquake Island.
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