“Well,” remarked Mr. Jenks, rather sarcastically, “I hope it came up to your expectations, Mr. Parker.”
“Oh, fully,” was the answer, “though I wish it could have happened in daylight, so that I could better have observed certain phenomena regarding the landslide. They are very interesting.”
“At a distance,” admitted Tom, with a laugh of relief. “Well, I'm glad it's over, though we'll have to wait until morning to see what damage has been done. Lucky we weren't struck by lightning. I never saw such bolts!”
“Me, either!” declared Mr. Damon. “This mountain seems to attract them.”
“It is like a magnet,” said Mr. Parker. “I think I shall be able to make some fine observations here.”
“If we live through it,” murmured Mr. Jenks.
They watched the play of lightning about a distant bank of clouds, but the storm was now far away, only a faint rumbling of thunder being heard.
“I'm wondering what happened to the phantom,” said Tom, after a pause. “Seems to me he was right in that track of the storm.”
“Do you think it was a 'he'?” asked Mr. Jenks.
“I think we'll find that it's some sort of a man,” answered the young inventor. “We may find out very soon, now. I've changed my theory about the ghost being reflections of light.”