CHAPTER XXI

THE GOLDEN GATE Caught in the very center of a fierce mountain storm, the _Osprey_ was now battling her way above the jagged and towering peaks of the Rockies, fighting for every inch in an endeavor to reach San Francisco within the stipulated time. Though by the clock there were several hours of daylight still remaining, it was so dark and gloomy in the stormy mountain region that it seemed as if night had fallen. “But we may pull out of it yet!” cried Tom to his friends, as he saw to it that all the openings of t…