“Mean? It means that this mountain is a huge Leyden jar heavily charged with electricity—a sort of storage battery. I saw last night that there were peculiar electrical phenomena on this mountain, and I fear we haven’t seen the worst of it yet.”
“So far as I am concerned we have,” promised Elfreda Briggs.
“Stacy, why don’t you try it again? You might as well finish the experiment that you began,” suggested Emma.
“What, I?”
“Yes, you.”
“Do you know what I am going to do?” demanded the fat boy.
“I am sorry to say that no one knows what you will do next.”
Stacy shaded his eyes and gazed down the mountain-side.
“I am going to make for the camp just as fast as these legs of mine will carry me, and take my word for it, they are going to work overtime this afternoon.”
“Remember you have a weak heart,” reminded Grace laughingly.