THE VAMPIRES
Tom Swift looked deliberately around.It was characteristic of him that, though by nature he was prompt in action, he never acted so hurriedly as to obscure his judgment.So, though now Ned showed a trace of strange excitement, Tom was cool.
"What is it?" asked the young inventor."What's the matter? What did you think you saw, Ned; another alligator?""Alligator? Nonsense! Up on shore? I saw a black shadow, and I didn't THINK I saw it, either.I really did."Tom laughed quietly.
"A shadow!" he exclaimed."Since when were you afraid of shadows, Ned?""I'm not afraid of ordinary shadows," answered Ned, and in his voice there was an uncertain tone."I'm not afraid of my shadow or yours, Tom, or anybody's that I can see.But this wasn't any human shadow.It was as if a great big blob of wet darkness had been waved over your head.""That's a queer explanation," Tom said in a low voice."A great big blob of wet darkness!""But that just describes it," went on Ned, looking up and around."It was just as if you were in some dark room, and some one waved a wet velvet cloak over your head--spooky like! It didn't make a sound, but there was a smell as if a den of some wild beast was near here.I remember that odor from the time we went hunting with your electric rifle in the jungle, and got near the den in the rocks where the tigers lived.""Well, there is a wild beast smell all around here," admitted Tom, sniffing the air."It's the alligators in the river I guess.You know they have an odor of musk.""Do you mean to say you didn't feel that shadow flying over us just now?" asked Ned.
"Well, I felt something sail through the air, but I took it to be a big bird.I didn't pay much attention.To tell you the truth I was thinking about Beecher--wondering when he would get here," added Tom quickly as if toforestall any question as to whether or not his thoughts had to do with Beecher in connection with Tom's affair of the heart.
"Well it wasn't a bird--at least not a regular bird," said Ned in a low voice, as once more he looked at the dark and gloomy jungle that stretched back from the river and behind the little clearing where the camp had been made.
"Come on!" cried Tom, in what he tried to make a cheerful voice."This is getting on your nerves, Ned, and I didn't know you had any.Let's go back and turn in.I'm dog-tired and the mosquitoes are beginning to find that we're here.Let's get under the nets.Then the black shadows won't get you."Not at all unwilling to leave so gloomy a scene, Ned, after a brief glance up and down the dark river, followed his chum.They found Professor Bumper and Mr.Damon in their tent, a separate one having been set up for the two men adjoining that of the youths.
