It
was the tray which had held the white balls. But they were white
no longer, for they had been turned into diamonds. From their
hiding-place Tom and the others could see the flashing gems, for,
in spite of the fact that the diamonds were uncut, some of them
sparkled most brilliantly, due to the peculiar manner in which
they were made.
"We have the secret of the diamonds!" whispered Mr. Jenks.
"There must be a quart of the gems there!"
The men gathered about Folwell, uttering exclamations of
delight. The diamonds were too hot to handle yet.
"That's going some!" exclaimed the chief of the diamond makers.
"We have a small fortune here."
The was a sudden commotion at one end of the cave. A man rushed
in. At the sight of him Tom stared and uttered an exclamation.
"Munson--the stowaway!" he whispered.
"Hello!" cried Folwell, as he saw his confederate. "I thought
you were East, keeping Jenks away from here."
"He got the best of me!" cried Munson, "he and that Tom Swift!
I stowed away on their airship, but they found me out by a
wireless message, and marooned me in the woods. I've been trying
to get here ever since! Didn't you get my messages of warning?"
"No--what warnings ?" cried Folwell.
"About Jenks, Tom Swift and the others. They're here--they must
be on Phantom Mountain now.
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