That may have been the case here. I grant that this
place may have been called 'Phantom Mountain' for a number of
years, due to the superstitious tales of miners. The diamond
makers came along, found the conditions just right for their
work, and adopted the ghost, so to speak. As there wasn't any
real spirit they made one, and they use it to scare people away.
I think that's what we've just seen, though I may be wrong in my
theory as to what the phantom is."
"Well, it's gone now, at any rate," said Mr. Jenks, "and I
think we'd better get back inside the tent. It's cold out here."
"Aren't some of us going to stand guard?" demanded Mr. Damon.
"What for?" asked Mr. Jenks.
"Why--er--bless my key-ring! Suppose that ghost takes a notion
to come down here, and use his gun, as he did on the miners?"
"I don't believe that will happen," remarked Tom. "The diamond
makers, if the white thing had anything to do with them, have
given us a warning, and I think they'll at least wait until
morning to see how we heed it."
"We aren't going to heed it!" burst out Mr. Jenks. "I'm going
to go right ahead and find that cave where they make diamonds!"
"And we're with you!" exclaimed Tom. "We'll have a good fire
going the rest of the night, and that may keep intruders away. In
the morning we'll begin our search, and we'll go up the trail
where we saw the white figure.
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