Tom Swift and his house on wheels

by Victor Appleton

"It seems so," admitted Tom. "And I wonder who the boss is! If we could put our hands on him we'd have the key to unlock the whole mystery. But, meanwhile, let's get going."

"Which way?" asked Ned. "Do you mean to say you're going to keep on in this storm?"

"I certainly am!" declared his chum. "The House was built for rough work, and this will be a good test. Besides, I have an idea that staying round here isn't going to be exactly healthy. There was another fellow with Gorro you know, and now that our late prisoner has gotten away and met him, the two, in conjunction with the unknown boss, may decide to make another attempt to capture our House."

"That's so," agreed Ned. "The quicker we get down off Dismal Mountain the better."

"Down!" exclaimed Tom in a surprised voice. "I'm going on up!"

"Up!"

"Up, yes, to the top."

"Whew!" whistled Ned.

"Why, what's wrong with that?" Tom wanted to know. "Isn't that what we planned to do—cross Dismal Mountain and find out the truth of some of these weird stories?"

"Yes—But the danger?"