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Updated: June 7, 2025
"It's a warning flashed through space! He's been trying to get it to me since yesterday!" "What is it?" asked Mr. Jenks, rising from his seat. "The mysterious man is aboard the airship hidden away!" cried Tom. "That's what Eradicate was trying to call to our attention as we started off. Eradicate saw his face at a rear window, and tried to warn us! The mysterious man is a stowaway on board!"
"I'm wondering what happened to the phantom," said Tom, after a pause. "Seems to me he was right in that track of the storm." "Do you think it was a 'he'?" asked Mr. Jenks. "I think we'll find that it's some sort of a man," answered the young inventor. "We may find out very soon, now. I've changed my theory about the ghost being reflections of light." "How's that?" Mr. Damon wanted to know.
Jenks, as he gazed up at the roof of the dimly-lighted vault in which they found themselves. "Yes, we're in the diamond makers' secret cave," added Tom. "Now to catch them at work!" "Come on," advised Bill, in a low tone, "We're not safe yet," and he produced a lantern from some hidden recess, lighted the wick, and led the way.
Jenks gave interesting accounts of the early and later work. Mrs. Catt and Miss Blackwell were guests of honor and brought inspiring messages. This year both the Democratic and Republican parties put suffrage planks in their State platforms and sent resolutions to Congress urging the Rhode Island Senators to support the Federal Amendment.
Then Iris, for the first time in many days, wept bitterly, and Jenks, blind to the true cause of her emotion, picked up a rifle to which, in spare moments, he had affixed a curious device, and walked slowly across Prospect Park towards the half-obliterated road leading to the Valley of Death. The girl watched him disappear among the trees. Through her tears shone a sorrowful little smile.
Fenwick, and all the others, got safely home. Among the survivors from the yacht Resolute was a Mr. Barcoe Jenks, who now, most unexpectedly, had confronted Tom through the glass window of the jewelry store. Mr. Jenks was a peculiar man. Tom discovered this on Earthquake Island. Mr. Jenks carried with him some stones which he said were diamonds.
"Remember that the Scriptures say, beware of the scarlet woman." Daniel galloped away, whooping like an idiot. "Wall, there she is," my friend Jenks remarked non-committally. "What next'll happen, we'll see in the mornin'. Either she goes on or she goes back. I don't claim to read Mormon sign, myself. But she had me jumpin' sideways, for a spell. So did that young whelp."
Polly asked. "Who? Where?" "Just behind the hedge," whispered Polly. Rose looked, and in an opening at the lower part of the hedge she saw a bit of a dark gray frock. "Oh, it's Evangeline Longfellow Jenks, the little girl that's going to be a poet," whispered Rose. "But you said her poetry was funny," said Polly, as softly as Rose had spoken.
When I looked up I caught the clew of Jenks' eye, but the rest were looking at the rapidly approaching ship. When the Pirate neared us, we could make out a man coming down the ratlines from the foretop, showing that she had evidently sighted us even before we had her.
Jenks' four span of mules, trailing my eighteen-foot tapering lash and occasionally well-nigh cutting off my own ear when I tried to throw it, I played the teamster although sooth to say there was little of play in the job, on that road, at that time of the day. The sun was more vexatious, being an hour lower, when we bravely entered Benton's boiling main street.
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