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Tom and his two friends of the airship led the way to the camp they had made. On the way, Mr. Hosbrook related how his yacht had struggled in vain against the tempest, how she had sprung a leak, how the fires had gone out, and how, helpless in the trough of the sea, the gallant vessel began to founder. Then they had taken to the boats, and had, most unexpectedly come upon the island.
He was becoming used to the shocks now, and, when he saw that his precious machinery was not damaged he could view the earth tremors calmly. "Slight!" exclaimed Mr. Jenks. "Well, I don't call it so. But I see Captain Mentor and Mr. Hosbrook coming. Please don't say anything to them about the diamonds. I'll see you again," and with that, the queer Mr. Jenks walked away.
Hosbrook were well, and anticipated a fine time on reaching the West Indies. Tom now said good-by to his father, the housekeeper and Mr. Jackson, not forgetting, of course, Eradicate Sampson. "Don't let Andy Foger come sneaking around here, Rad," cautioned the young inventor. "'Deed an' I won't!" exclaimed the colored man.
Hosbrook sent him away, and our three friends were left to their work in peace, for they were inclined to be secretive about their operations, as Tom did not want his plans known until he was ready. The gasolene motor was overhauled, and put in shape to work. Then it was attached to the dynamo.
The men, with pale faces, tried to calm them. Gradually the earthquake tremor passed away; but who could tell when another would come? Captain Mentor, Mr. Hosbrook and the others were shoving out the small raft. They intended to get aboard, and paddle out to the larger one, which had been moored some distance away, in readiness for some such emergency as this. "Come on!" cried Mr.
He rushed from the shack, calling to the others. "What's that?" demanded Mr. Hosbrook. Tom briefly told of how the message had come to him in the night. "Tell them to hurry," begged the rich yacht owner. "Say that I will give twenty thousand dollars reward if we are taken off!" "And I'll do the same," cried Mr. Jenks.
"This took considerable time, but it works, though it is rather crude. I can click out a message with it." "That may be," said Mr. Hosbrook, who had been considering installing a wireless plant on his yacht, and who, therefore, knew something about it, "you may send a message, but can you receive an answer?" "I have also provided for that," replied Tom.
The others of the larger party of refugees now came up. Besides Mr. and Mrs. Nestor, and Mr. Hosbrook, there was Mr. and Mrs. Floyd Anderson, friends of the millionaire; Mr. Ralph Parker, who was spoken of as a scientist, Mr.
"I'm Tom Swift, all right," answered the owner of that name, "but how in the world did you get on this island, Mr. Nestor?" "I might ask you the same thing, Tom. The yacht RESOLUTE, on which we were making a voyage to the West Indies, as guests of Mr. George Hosbrook, was wrecked in the awful gale. We took to the boats and managed to reach this island.
Come over to our camp, and we'll give you all you want!" Tom had rushed forward, and was shaking hands with Mary's parents, so unexpectedly met with, when Mr. Nestor called out: "Come over here, Mr. Hosbrook. I want you to meet a friend of mine." A moment later, the millionaire owner of the ill-fated RESOLUTE was shaking hands with Tom. "I can't understand it," Mr. Hosbrook said.
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