CHAPTER XVII—THE PHANTOM CAPTURED
Surprise held Tom and his friends almost spellbound for the moment. The young inventor's hand went toward the pocket where he carried his revolver. Mr. Jenks, who had the only other weapon, sought to draw it, but he was stopped by a gesture of one of the two men with guns.
“Hold on, strangers!” the man cried. “I know what you're up to! Better not try to draw anything—it might not be healthy. Now, then, who are you, and what do you want?”
The question came rather as a surprise, at least to Tom and Mr. Jenks. They had taken it for granted that these men—if they were the diamond makers—would know Mr. Jenks, and guess at his errand in coming back to Phantom Mountain. But, it seemed, that they took them all for casual strangers.
No one answered for a moment. Tom caught the eye of Mr. Jenks, and there was a look of hope in it. If ever there was a time for strategy, it was now. Evidently Munson, the stowaway on the airship, had not yet been able to send a warning to his confederates. And neither of the two men recognized Mr. Jenks as the man who had been defrauded of his rights. It might be possible to conceal the real object of the adventurers until they had time to formulate a plan of action.
“Well,” exclaimed the man with the gun, impatiently, “I ask you folks a question. What do you want?”
Fortunately, neither Mr. Damon nor Mr. Parker replied. The former because he deferred to Tom and Mr. Jenks, and the scientist because he was busy inspecting some curious rocks he picked up. As it turned out this was the luckiest thing he could have done. It lent color to what Mr. Jenks said a moment later.
“What are you doing up here?” demanded the man again. “Don't you know this is private property?”
“We—we were just looking around,” answered Mr. Jenks, which was true enough; as far as it went.
“Prospecting,” added Tom.