"That"s right," agreed Mr. Damon. "In earthquake countries all the houses are low, and built of light materials."
"Ha! So I recollect now," spoke Mr. Fenwick. "I used to read that in my geography, but I never thought it would apply to me. But do you think we will be subject to the quakes?"
"I"m afraid so," was Tom"s reply. "We"ve had two, now, within a short time, and there is no way of telling when the next will come.
We will hope there won"t be any more, but--"
He did not finish his sentence, but the others knew what he meant.
Thereupon they fell to work, and soon had made a shelter that, while very light and frail, would afford them all the protection needed in that mild climate, and, at the same time, there would be no danger should an earthquake collapse it, and bring it down about their heads while they were sleeping in it.
For they decided that they needed some shelter from the night dews, as it was exceedingly uncomfortable to rest on the sands even wrapped in blankets, and with a driftwood fire burning nearby.
It was noon when they had their shack rebuilt to their liking, and they stopped for dinner. There was quite a variety of stores in the airship, enough for a much larger party than that of our three friends, and they varied their meals as much as possible. Of course all the stuff they had was canned, though there are some salted and smoked meats. But canned food can be had in a variety of forms now-a-days, so the castaways did not lack much.
"What do you say to an exploring expedition this afternoon?" asked Tom, as they sat about after dinner. "We ought to find out what kind of an island we"re on."
"I agree with you," came from Mr. Fenwick. "Perhaps on the other side we will stand a much better chance of speaking some pa.s.sing vessel. I have been watching the horizon for some time, now, but I haven"t seen the sign of a ship."
"All right, then we"ll explore, and see what sort of an island we have taken possession of," went on Tom.
"And see if it isn"t already in possession of natives--or cannibals," suggested Mr. Damon. "Bless my frying pan! but I should hate to be captured by cannibals at my time of life."
"Don"t worry; there are none here," Tom a.s.sured him again.
They set out on their journey around the island. They agreed that it would be best to follow the beach around, as it was easier walking that way, since the interior of the place consisted of rugged rocks in a sort of miniature mountain chain.
"We will make a circuit of the place," proposed Tom, "and then, if we can discover nothing, we"ll go inland. The centre of the island is quite high, and we ought to be able to see in any direction for a great distance from the topmost peak. We may be able to signal a vessel."
"I hope so!" cried Mr. Damon. "I want to send word home that I am all right. My wife will worry when she learns that the airship, in which I set out, has disappeared."
"I fancy we all would like to send word home," added Mr. Fenwick.
"My wife never wanted me to build this airship, and, now that I have sailed in it, and have been wrecked, I know she"ll say "I told you so," as soon as I get back to Philadelphia."
Tom said nothing, but he thought to himself that it might be some time before Mrs. Fenwick would have a chance to utter those significant words to her husband.
Following the beach line, they walked for several miles. The island was larger than they had supposed, and it soon became evident that it would take at least a day to get all around it.
"In which case we will need some lunch with us." said Tom. "I think the best thing we can do now is to return to camp, and get ready for a longer expedition to-morrow."
Mr. Fenwick was of the same mind, but Mr. Damon called out:
"Let"s go just beyond that cliff, and see what sort of a view is to be had from there. Then we"ll turn back."
To oblige him they followed. They had not gone more than a hundred yards toward the cliff, than there came the preliminary rumbling and roaring that they had come to a.s.sociate with an earthquake. At the same time, the ground began to shiver and shake.
"Here comes another one!" cried Tom, reeling about. He saw Mr. Damon and Mr. Fenwick topple to the beach. The roaring increased, and the rumbling was like thunder, close at hand. The island seemed to rock to its very centre.
Suddenly the whole cliff toward which they had been walking, appeared to shake itself loose. In another instant it was flung outward and into the sea, a great ma.s.s of rock and stone.
The island ceased trembling, and the roaring stopped. Tom rose to his feet, followed by his companions. He looked toward the place where the cliff had been. Its removal by the earthquake gave them a view of a part of the beach that had hitherto been hidden from them.
And what Tom saw caused him to cry out in astonishment. For he beheld, gathered around a little fire on the sand, a party of men and women. Some were standing, clinging to one another in terror.
Some were prostrate on the ground. Others were running to and fro in bewilderment.
"More castaways!" cried Tom. "More castaways," and, he added under his breath, "more unfortunates on earthquake island!"
CHAPTER XVI
AN ALARMING THEORY
For a few seconds, following Tom"s announcement to his two companions, neither Mr. Damon nor Mr. Fenwick spoke. They had arisen from the beach, where the shock of the earthquake had thrown them, and were now staring toward the other band of castaways, who, in turn were gazing toward our three friends. There was a violent agitation in the sea, caused by the fall of the great cliff, and immense waves rushed up on sh.o.r.e, but all the islanders were beyond the reach of the rollers.
"Is it--do I really--am I dreaming or not?" at length gasped Mr.
Damon.
"Is this a mirage, or do we really see people, Tom?" inquired Mr.
Fenwick.
"They are real enough people," replied the lad, himself somewhat dazed by the unexpected appearance of the other castaways.
"But how--why--how did they get here?" went on the inventor of the WHIZZER.
"As long as they"re not cannibals, we"re all right," murmured Mr.
Damon. "They seem to be persons like ourselves, Tom."
"They are," agreed the lad, "and they appear to be in the same sort of trouble as ourselves. Let"s go forward, and meet them."
The tremor of the earthquake had now subsided, and the little band that was gathered about a big fire of driftwood was calmer. Those who had fallen, or who had thrown themselves on the sand, arose, and began feeling of their arms and legs to see if they had sustained any injuries. Others advanced toward our friends.
"Nine of them," murmured Tom, as he counted the little band of castaways, "and they don"t seem to have been able to save much from the wreck of their craft, whatever it was." The beach all about them was bare, save for a boat drawn up out of reach of high water.
"Do you suppose they are a party from some disabled airship, Tom,"
asked Mr. Fenwick.
"Not from an airship," answered the lad. "Probably from some vessel that was wrecked in the gale. But we will soon find out who they are."
Tom led the way for his two friends. The fall of the cliff had made a rugged path around the base of it, over rocks, to where the other people stood. Tom scrambled in and out among the boulders, in spite of the pain it caused his wounded leg. He was anxious to know who the other castaways were, and how they had come there.
Several of the larger party were now advancing to meet the lad and his friends. Tom could see two women and seven men.
A moment later, when the lad had a good view of one of the ladies and a gentleman, he could not repress a cry of astonishment. Then he rubbed his eyes to make sure it was not some blur or defect of vision. No, his first impression had been correct.
"Mr. Nestor!" cried Tom, recognizing the father of his girl friend.
"And Mrs. Nestor!" he added a moment later.
"Why--of all things--look--Amos--it"s--it can"t be possible--and yet--why, it"s Tom Swift!" cried the lady.