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The committee met in about an hour, and considered the case. Meanwhile, Tom and Mr. Damon strolled past the tent with its flaring sign. There was a man on guard, but Andy was not in sight. Then Tom was sent for, and Mr. Sharp told him what conclusion had been arrived at.
It was one afternoon, when, rather tired of his confinement, he was wishing he could resume work on his air craft, that Mrs. Baggert came in, and said: "Some one to see you, Tom." "Is it Mr. Damon?" "No, it's a lady. She " "Oh, Tom! How are you?" cried a girlish voice, and Mary Nestor walked into the room, holding out both hands to the young inventor. Tom, with a blush, arose hastily. "No! no!
Then, as the eccentric man listened, he heard Tom say: "I think mine is going to beat yours, Ned!" "Then you've got another guess coming," declared the young financial man. "Mine's going twice as fast as yours is now, though yours did start off better." "Bless my beefsteak!" exclaimed Mr. Damon, "what's this, Tom Swift?
Damon, with a return of his alarmed and nervous manner. "Bless my fingernails! What's to be done?" For an instant Tom did not answer. It was constantly getting lighter, though there was no sun, for it was obscured by scudding clouds. The young inventor looked critically at the various gages and indicators. "Is is there any chance for us?" asked Mr. Fenwick, quietly.
He wanted to get his mind off the operation that would soon take place, and so he decided to look over his aeroplane. Mr. Damon came out when Tom was going over the guy wires and braces, to see how they had stood the strain. "Well, Tom, my lad," said the eccentric man, sadly, as he grasped our hero's hand, "it's too bad. But hope for the best. I'm sure your father will pull through.
"And perhaps I can get some specimens of interest," added Professor Bumper, who, in addition to being an archaeologist, was something of a naturalist. Accordingly, having made everything snug in camp, the party, Tom and Ned equipped with electric rifles, and the professor with a butterfly net and specimen boxes, set forth. Mr. Damon said he would carry a stout club as his weapon.
We must get rid of him, or he may wreck the Red Cloud!" "That's so!" cried Tom. "We must try to capture him. I think we had better " the lad paused, and again listened to the wireless message. "Father says Eradicate saw the man have a gun, so we must be careful," the young inventor translated the dots and dashes. "Bless my powder horn!" exploded Mr. Damon.
Father Damon, holding fast by that little hand to the world of poverty to which he had devoted his life, could not refrain from watching her, as she moved about with the quick, noiseless way that a woman has when she is putting things to rights. This was indeed a novel invasion of his life. He was still too weak to reason about it much. How good she was, how womanly!
"I've told them we'd give another signal to tell them, as nearly as possible where we made them take to earth," he said to Tom, and the young inventor nodded in agreement. "Ned in them ship?" asked Koku, as he came back from the pilot house to report that Mr. Damon was all right, and needed no help. "Yes, I think Ned is in one of them," said Tom. "The big one most likely. Poor Ned a prisoner!
Her spirits were on the wing, she was all life and conversation, and the most constant heart, that nature had ever produced, for a moment, forgot her hopes, her fears, her inclinations, and her Damon. She was now standing at a window that commanded the terrace. The evening was beautiful, and the walk crouded. There were assembled persons of all sexes and of different ranks.
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