I think though, that our best plan will be to
go here and there, looking for the entrance to the cave. I
believe I would remember the place."
"But why can't you follow the directions given by the miner who
told you about Phantom Mountain?" asked Mr. Damon.
"Because his talk was too indefinite," answered Mr. Jenks. "He
was so frightened by seeing what he believed to be a ghost, that
he didn't take much notice of the location of the place. All he
knows is that Phantom Mountain is somewhere around here."
"And we've got to hunt until we find it; is that the idea?"
asked Mr. Parker.
"Or until we see the phantom" added Tom, in a low voice.
"Bless my topknot!" exclaimed Mr. Damon. "You don't mean to say
you expect to see that ghost; do you Tom?"
"Perhaps," answered the young inventor, and he did not add
something else of which he was thinking. For Tom had a curious
theory regarding the phantom.
They tramped about the remainder of that day. Toward evening
Tom shot some birds, which made a welcome addition to their
supper. Then the tent was put together, some spruce and hemlock
boughs were cut to make a soft bed, and on these, while the light
of a campfire gleamed in on them, the adventurers slept.
Their experience the following day was similar to the first.
They saw no evidence of a large cave such as Mr.
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