Jenks!" cried Tom, to warn those on guard at the
door of the storeroom.
There was the report of a gun, some excited shouts, and when
Tom could scramble to his feet, and rush out, he beheld Mr.
Parker calmly sitting on a struggling man, while Mr. Jenks held a
gun, that was still smoking.
"We caught him!" cried the scientist.
"Anybody hurt?" asked Tom, anxiously.
"No, I knocked up his gun as he fired," explained Mr. Jenks.
"Where are the ropes, Tom?"
The cords were produced and the man, who had now ceased to
struggle, was tightly bound. He uttered not a word, but he smiled
grimly when Mr. Damon remarked:
"I guess I'll go back in the storeroom, Tom, and see how much
food he ate."
"Oh, I guess he didn't take much," declared the lad. "He wasn't
there long enough."
"Well, Farley Munson, so it's you, is it?" asked Mr. Jenks, as
he surveyed the prisoner.
"Do you know him?" asked Tom, in some surprise.
"He was in with the diamond makers," said Mr. Jenks. "He was
one of those who took me to the secret cave. But it will be the
last time he ever goes there. How high up are we, Tom?"
"About two miles. Why?"
"I guess that will be far enough to let him fall," went on the
diamond seeker. "Come on, Mr. Damon, help me throw him overboard!"
"You--you're not going to throw me over--with the airship two
miles high; are you?" gasped the man.
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