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There was a large supply of food, much larger than would have been needed, even on a two weeks' trip in the air, and the inventor of the WHIZZER hardly knew why he had put so much aboard. "But if we have to stay here long, it may come in handy," observed Tom, with a grim smile. "Why; do you think we WILL be here long?" asked Mr. Damon. The young inventor shrugged his shoulders.
Damon," for the young inventor had recognized the eccentric man of whom he had purchased the motor-cycle and who had helped him in rounding up the thieves. "Why, bless my shoe-laces, if it isn't Tom Swift!" exclaimed Mr. Damon, who seemed very fond of calling down blessings upon himself or upon articles of his dress or person. "Yes . I'm here," admitted Tom with a laugh.
"Bless my speedometer!" exclaimed Mr. Damon, when the train pulled down and stopped again at the Hendrickton terminal. "This is the greatest test of speed and power I ever heard of. Why, a coal burner or an oil burner isn't in it with this Hercules locomotive! What do you say, Mr. Bartholomew?" "I'll say I am satisfied completely and thoroughly satisfied, Mr.
Damon ruefully, as he realized what he had said. "But I'll do it. Bless " He paused a moment, looked at Tom and his father, and then burst into a laugh. The habit was more firmly fastened on him than he was aware. For several hours Tom, his father and Mr. Damon discussed various methods of proceeding, and it was finally agreed that Mr.
From the dark recess of the cavern there sounded a fearful yell or scream. It was echoed back a thousand-fold by the rocky walls of the cave, Then there dashed past the little group of gold-seekers a dark figure. "Look out! It's a bear!" shouted Mr. Damon. "A bear! It's an Eskimo Indian!" yelled Abe Abercrombie, "an' he's skeered nigh t' death! Look at him run!"
Professor Bumper gazed up at the great mountains and murmured: "I wonder if the lost city of Pelone lies among them?" Suddenly the silence of the evening was broken by a dull, rumbling sound. "Bless my court plaster!" cried Mr. Damon. "What's that?" "A blast," answered Mr. Titus. "But I never knew them to set off one so late before. I hope nothing is wrong!"
"We saw them in the garden a little while ago. Now don't talk until I set you free." And as Tom cut the ropes from Mr. Nestor, Mr. Damon used them to bind the two conspirators, while Mr. Terrill stood guard over them. And when they were safely bound, and Mr. Nestor had somewhat recovered from the shock, Tom had a chance to examine the prisoners. "What does it all mean?
Then we'll pick up the giant brothers out in the woods, and travel to civilization again." "By Jove! I believe that will work!" cried the circus man. "Bless my corn plaster, I think so myself!" added Mr. Damon. "But first we've got to get the brothers to agree," went on Tom, "and that is going to be hard work." It was not so difficult as it was tedious.
"It seems to me that the only solution is to build some sort of a raft, or other craft and leave the island," said Mr. Fenwick. "Bless my hair brush!" cried Mr. Damon. "Why can't we hoist a signal of distress, and wait for some steamer to see it and call for us? It seems to me that would be more simple than going to sea on a raft. I don't like the idea."
"A little farther over!" yelled the lad. "A little farther over this way, Mr. Damon!" "But if I come any more toward you I'll be out of my seat!" objected the eccentric man. "If you don't you'll be out of the aeroplane!" cried Tom grimly, and his companion leaned over as far as he could until the young pilot had brought the craft to an even keel again.
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