Once more he had prophesied
correctly.
For a few minutes the adventurers hardly knew what to say. They
arose awkwardly from the ground where the shock had tossed them.
Then Tom remarked, as calmly as possible:
"Well, it's all over. I guess we may as well get back to our
airship."
"What became of Munson and the others?" asked Mr. Damon.
Mr. Jenks pointed to the trail, far below. The figures of some
men, running madly, could be seen.
"There they go," he said; "I fancy we have seen the last of
them." And they had, for some time at least.
There was little use lingering any longer on Phantom Mountain--indeed
little of it was left on which to remain. Looking back
toward the place where the cave had been, Tom and the others
started forward again. The diamond-making machinery had all been
destroyed. So, also, had the finished diamonds stored in the
cavern and the large supply which had probably been made by the
last terrific crash. No one would ever have them now. Tom and Mr.
Jenks felt a sense of disappointment, but they were glad to have
escaped with their lives. They sought their former camp, but the
tent and all their food was buried under tons of earth and rocks.
Three days later, after rather severe hardships, they were near
the place where they had left the Red Cloud.
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