Damon. "What is it?"
"I think, from my observations, that we will soon have a
hurricane," said the scientific man. "There is every indication
of it"'; and he seemed quite delighted at the prospect of his
prediction coming true.
"A hurricane!" cried Mr. Damon. "I hope it isn't like the one
that blew us to Earthquake Island."
"Oh, I think there will be no danger," spoke Tom. "If it comes
on to blow we will ascend or descend out of the path of the
storm. This craft is not like the ill-fated Whizzer. I can more
easily handle the Red Cloud; even in a bad storm."
"I'm glad to hear that," remarked Mr. Jenks. "It would be too
bad to be wrecked before we got to Phantom Mountain."
"Well, I predict that we will have a bad storm," insisted Mr.
Parker, and Tom could not help wishing that the scientist would
keep his gloomy forebodings to himself.
However the storm had not developed up to noon, when Tom, with
Mr. Damon's help, served a fine meal in the dining-room. In the
afternoon the speed of the ship was increased, and by night they
had covered several hundred miles. Through the darkness the Red
Cloud kept on, making good time. Tom got up, occasionally, to
look to the machinery, but it was all automatically controlled,
and an alarm bell would sound in his stateroom when anything went
wrong.
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