Somehow it seemed much later.
As he was putting the timepiece back into his pocket the lad
looked around at the dark and gloomy mountains, amid which they
were encamped. As his gaze wandered toward the peak of the one on
the side of which the tent was pitched, he gave a start of
surprise.
For, coming down a place where, that afternoon, Tom had noticed
a sort of indefinite trail was a figure in white. A tall, waving
figure, which swayed this way and that--a figure which halted and
then came on again.
"I wonder--I wonder if that can be a wisp of fog?" mused the
young inventor. He rubbed his eyes, thinking it might be a
swirling of the night mist or a defect of vision. Then, as he saw
more plainly, he noticed the thing in white rushing toward him.
"It's the phantom--the phantom!" cried Tom, aloud. "It's the
thing the miner saw! We're on Phantom Mountain now!"
CHAPTER XIV--WARNED BACK
Tom's cries awakened the sleepers in the tent. Mr. Damon was
the first to rush out.
"Bless my nightcap, Tom!" he cried. "What is it? What has
happened? Are we attacked by a mountain lion?"
For answer the young inventor pointed up the mountain, to
where, in the dim light from a crescent moon, there stood boldly
revealed, the figure in white.
"Bless--bless my very existence!" cried the odd man.
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