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If not, I'll fight for my rights!" and he looked very determined. "Bless my powder horn!" cried Mr. Damon. "That's the way to talk! And so we're to go cruising about in the air, looking for a mountain shaped like a man's head." "That's it," a greed Mr. Jenks, "and when we find it we will be near Phantom Mountain, and the diamond makers." The final details were completed that night.
I dislike people who are so free with their money and yet reserved in their friendship. It is a sure sign, when they court popularity, that they dread something leaking out about the past. "Do write soon. Don't forget 'Jenks' and 'Lord Ventnor'; those are the lines of inquiry. "Yours, "PS. Perhaps I am misjudging them. Mrs. Anstruther has just sent me an invitation to an 'At Home' next Thursday.
"He's awfully down on me now," said Jerry. "Do you think it's fair for me to be blamed for something I didn't do?" "Just tell him somebody else must have done it," suggested Andy. "I did but he didn't believe me." "Then he's a bad, bad man." "It burns me up to be blamed for something I didn't do. You wouldn't like to be blamed for breaking a window if Tommy Jenks did it, would you, Andy?"
In fact, it was a very business-like sort of warning. "Rather odd," commented Mr. Jenks. "Black paper and white ink." "White ink is easy enough to make," stated Mr. Parker. "I fancy they wanted it as conspicuous as possible." "Yes," agreed Tom, "and this warning, together with the antics of the thing in white last night, shows that they are aware of our presence here, and perhaps know who we are.
He was utterly unconscious that his left arm encircled the shoulder of the girl until she gently disengaged herself and said appealingly "Please, Mr. Jenks, do not be angry with me. I could not help it. I could not bear to see you shoot them." Then he abruptly awoke to the realities of the moment. "Come." he said, his drawn features relaxing into a wonderfully pleasing smile.
Indeed, Jenks was determined not to retire to rest until it was placed in situ; he did not care to try a second time to carry Iris to that elevated perch, and it may be remarked that thenceforth the girl, before going to sleep, simply changed one ragged dress for another.
But Iris said to herself, "What a silly slip that was of mine! Enough for both of us, indeed! Does he expect me to propose to him? I wonder what the letter was about which he destroyed as I came back after my bath. It must have been meant for me. Why did he write it? Why did he tear it up?" The hour drew near when Jenks climbed to the Summit Rock. He shouldered axe and rifle and set forth.
He was very calm now; he spoke as if he were discussing the most commonplace matter in the world. His companions crowded around him. "Let us stand and fight them!" cried Watson. "Yes," urged Jenks, who had forgotten all about his sore back; "we can make a stand here!" Andrews shook his head. "Better go on, boys," he answered. "We have taken out this rail, and that will delay them.
The stores were all in then, and I stowed myself away among the boxes. I had food and water, so I didn't touch any of yours," and he looked at Mr. Damon, who seemed much relieved. "And what was your object?" demanded Mr. Jenks. "I wanted to prevent you from going to Phantom Mountain." "How?" "By destroying the airship if need be. But I hoped to accomplish it by other means.
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.
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