friends were left to their work in peace, for they were inclined to be secretive about their operations, as Tom did not want his plans known until he was ready.
The gasolene motor was overhauled, and put in shape to work. Then it was attached to the dynamo. When this much had been done, Tom and his friends built a rude shack around the machinery shutting it from view.
"Humph! Are you afraid we will steal it?" asked Mr. Parker, the scientist, who held to his alarming theory regarding the ultimate disappearance of the island.
"No, I simply want to protect it from the weather," answered Tom. "You will soon know all our plans. I think they will work out."
"You'd better do it before we get another earthquake, and the island sinks," was the dismal response.
But there had been no shocks since the one that nearly engulfed Mr. Jenks. As for that individual he said little to any one, and wandered off alone by himself. Tom wondered what kind of diamonds they were that the odd man had, and the lad even had his doubts as to the value of the queer stones he had seen. But he was too busy with his work to waste much time in idle speculation.
