the odd man. "And now, bless my postage stamp, let's get back to the United States."
"Before we go," suggested Ned, "let's go take a look at that island from which Tom blew the top. It must be quite a sight—and thirty-three miles away! We can get a launch and go out."
But there was no need. That same day Alec Peterson came to Colon inquiring for Tom. His face showed a new delight.
"Why," cried Tom, "you look as though you had found your opal mine."
"I have!" exclaimed the fortune-hunter. "Or, rather, Tom, I think I have you to thank for finding it for me."
"Me find it?"
"Yes. Did you hear about the top of the island-mountain you blew to pieces?"
"We did, but"
"That was my island!" exclaimed Mr. Peterson. "The mine was in that mountain, but an earthquake had covered it. I should never have found it but for you. That shot you accidentally fired ripped the mountain apart. My men and I were fortunately at the base of it then, but we sure thought our time had come when that shell struck. It went right over our heads. But it did the business, all right, and opened up the old mine. Tom, your father won't lose his money—
