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I didn't exactly want to, but I considered it my 'bit. After this I'm going into the army, Ned." "Glad to hear it, old man. Maybe by that time I'll have this Liberty Bond work finished, and I'll go with you. We'll have great times together! Have you heard anything more of Simpson, Blakeson and Scoundrels?" And Ned laughed as he named this "firm." "No," answered Tom.
"Well, Tom got ready and went away in his small automobile. He said he'd be back as soon as he could after meeting you." "And I never said a word to him!" cried Ned. "It's all a plot a scheme of that Blakeson gang to get him into their power. Oh, how could Tom be so fooled? He knows my voice, over the phone as well as otherwise. I don't see how he could be taken in."
"It'll please him, and won't hurt us," said Tom to his father. "Koku will keep out any prying persons." "I suppose you are doing well to keep it a secret, Tom," said Mr. Swift, "but it seems as if you might announce it soon." "Perhaps we may, Dad, if all goes well. I've given her a partial shop-tryout, and she works well. But there is still plenty to do. Did I tell you about meeting Blakeson?"
"The place is in ruins, and I did hear, not long ago, that somebody run a threshin' machine through it, an' busted it up worse than before." "Great horned toads!" cried Ned. "That must be the very factory Tom ran his tank through. And to think he should be a prisoner there!" "Held by whom, do you suppose?" asked Mr. Damon. "By that Blakeson gang, I imagine," Ned answered. "There's no time to lose.
Titus, as they were discussing matters in their stateroom one day. "Not a trace. He seems to have dropped out of sight, and I'm glad of it." "Perhaps Blakeson & Grinder have given up the fight against you." "I wish they had, though I don't look for any such good luck. But I'm willing to fight them, now that we have an even chance, thanks to your explosive." The storm blew itself out.
"I didn't recognize any of the men, though one of them must have known me, for when they had me tied I heard one of them ask if I was the right party, and another said I was. I know they must belong to the same gang that Simpson, Blakeson, and Schwen are members of the German spies." "But what was their object?" asked Ned. "Did they try to force you to tell them the secrets of the tank?"
"I'll have to invent the new powder first," Tom said. "That's what I like to hear!" exclaimed Mr. Titus. "It shows you are thinking of coming with us." Tom only smiled. "I am so anxious to get the proper explosive," went on Mr. Titus, "that I would even purchase it from our rivals, Blakeson & Grinder, if I thought they had it. But I'm sure they have not, though they may think they can get it.
But we haven't seen any of Blakeson & Grinder's emissaries about, and, if they were, how could they get the ten men out of the tunnel without our Seeing them? It's impossible!" "Well, what did happen then?" asked Tom. "I'm inclined to think that the men came out and neither you, nor any one else, saw them. They ran away for reasons of their own.
"It was just like lots of other stunts the German spies tried to put over on the good old U.S.A.," said Tom to Ned, the day after the dismantled tank was shipped to Great Britain. "In some way the spies found out what I was making, and then they got hold of Blakeson and Grinder.
Over the blaze Uncle Tad and Mr. Brown squirted the stuff until finally the fire was out. "Well, I'm certainly obliged to you, neighbor," said the farmer who owned the pigs. "My name's Blakeson. I don't believe I know you, though. Live around here?" "No, we are making a tour in a big automobile," and Mr. Brown pointed to it. "We saw your blaze and came to it."
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