My wife might hear you!"
"Doesn't she want you to go off in the airship any more?" asked Tom.
"Well, she'd rather I wouldn't. But she's going on a visit to her
mother, soon, and then I think will come my opportunity to take
another trip with you. A valley of gold in Alaska, eh? Up where the
icebergs and caves of ice are. Say, Tom, I know some one else who
would be glad to go."
"Who?" inquired the young inventor, though he had an idea to whom
his friend referred.
"Mr. Parker! You know he's taken up his residence in Waterford, now,
and only the other day he spoke to me about wishing he could go to
the far north. He has some new theory--"
"About the destruction of something or other; hasn't he, Mr. Damon?"
interrupted Tom, with a smile.
"That's it, exactly, my boy. Bless my coffeepot! But Mr. Parker has
an idea that the whole northern part of this continent will soon be
buried thousands of feet deep under an icy avalanche, and he wants
to be there to see it. I know he'd like to go with us, Tom."
The young inventor made a little gesture of dissent, but as he knew
Mr. Damon, who was very eccentric himself, had taken a great liking
to the gloomy scientist, Tom did not feel like refusing. So he said:
"All right, Mr. Damon. If we go, and I think we shall, we'll expect
you and Mr.
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