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There was a period of waiting until the box was cool enough to open. Then the heavy door was swung back. With a long iron rod Folwell drew something from the retort. It was the tray which had held the white balls. But they were white no longer, for they had been turned into diamonds.
Suddenly the sound of voices was heard, and the echo of footsteps. Mr. Jenks started. "They're coming back!" he whispered hoarsely. "Run!" They all turned and sped toward their hiding place. But they were too late. An instant later Folwell, Munson and the other diamond makers confronted them. Our friends made a bold rush, but were caught before they could go ten feet.
But look, they are getting ready to adjust the switch." The adventurers ceased their whispered talk, and eagerly watched the diamond makers. Folwell and Munson were hurrying to and fro in the big cave, attending to the adjustments of the machinery. "On your insulated plates all of you," Folwell gave the order. "This is going to be a terrific storm.
Then one of the men examined a number of heavily insulated electric wires that extended from the box off into the darkness where Tom and his companions could not discern them. "That's Folwell the man I befriended, and who got me into this game," whispered Mr. Jenks. "He was also one of the first to turn against me. I think he's one of the leaders."
"I hope they untie us before they leave, and give us something to eat," remarked the young inventor. For two hours longer the captives lay there, in most uncomfortable positions. Then Folwell and Munson, leaving the group of diamond makers who were grouped about the machinery, approached the captives. "Well," remarked Munson, "we got ahead of you after all; didn't we.
This and a hunting-knife in a leather sheath, Sam packed in the carpet-sack. As he started, muleback, for the lowland railroad station the last Folwell turned in his saddle and looked grimly at the little cluster of white-pine slabs in the clump of cedars that marked the Folwell burying-ground. Sam Folwell arrived in New York in the night.
He leaped toward the exit from the cave. "What about those fellows?" asked Folwell, indicating the place where Tom and the others had been tied. "They'll have to do the best they can! It's every man for himself, now!" yelled Munson. There was a wild scramble from the cavern. "Come on!" cried Tom. "We must escape! It's our only chance!" He leaped into the big cave, followed by the others.
There was a terrific crash outside. The rocky floor of the cave trembled. "Here she comes!" cried Folwell. "Get back, everybody! I'm going to throw over the switch now!" The men retreated well away from the steel box. Folwell threw over the lever the same one Mr. Jenks remembered pulling. Then the man ran to the electric switch on the wall, and snapped that into place, establishing a connection.
"Puss, this must be the family Bible that belonged to Mother's folks. I can remember Dad used to call her Dora, and I have an old letter I found in a book a long time ago that has the name Folwell on it. Yes, here's the record. See, Puss? 'Theodora Marcella Folwell and Lynne Maximilian Catt, married Sept. 10th, 18 , it's blurred so I can't read the rest of it. But that must be Dad.
A flash of flame lit up the whole interior of the cave. It came from the copper switch. "Something's wrong with the insulation!" cried Munson. "Don't go near it!" yelled Folwell. "If you value your life, stand still!" Hardly had he spoken than inside the cavern there sounded a report like that of a small cannon.
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