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Sharp, let me tell you something. Some time ago a set of plans of my machine here were stolen from my house. I suspected Andy Foger of taking them, but I could get no proof. Now you say he is building a machine to compete for the big prize. Do you happen to know what style it is?" "It's a small monoplane, something like the Antoinette, his application states, though he may change it later."
"What right have you to use these high-handed methods on us?" demanded Mr. Foger pompously. "Yes, dad make 'em let us go; we haven't done anything!" snarled Andy. "I guess you won't go yet a while," said the agent. "I'll have a look inside this craft. Keep 'em covered, Tom." "I will. I guess Andy knows what this rifle can do. See if Ned is a prisoner."
After Tom had much enjoyment out of his motor-cycle, he got a motor boat, and one of his rivals on Lake Carlopa was this same Andy Foger, but our hero vanquished him. Then Tom built an airship, which had been the height of his ambition for some years.
"I guess you're mistaken," he added quickly. "That's not mine. I never had one I er that's not mine at least Oh, you'll have to excuse me, young man, I'm in a hurry, and I have an important engagement!" and with that Mr. Berg wheeled off, and joined Mr. Foger, who stood on the sidewalk, waiting for him. "I thought sure it was yours," said Tom, easily. "Perhaps Mr.
"Sixty!" called out Andy Foger in a shrill voice. Several turned to look at him. "I didn't know he was going to bid," thought Tom. "He may go above me. He's got plenty of money, and, while I have too, I'm not going to pay too much for a damaged boat." "Sixty I'm bid, sixty sixty!" cried Mr. Wood in a sing-song tone, "who'll make it seventy?"
"I told you I'd get even with you! Come on, now, dad, we'll get right to work digging for gold!" Tom and his companions did not know what to say. There was a sneering look on Andy's face, and Mr. Foger, too, seemed delighted at having reached the valley of gold almost as soon as had our friends. Tom and the others looked at the means by which the bully had arrived.
There was silence for a moment, and then a voice cried out: "Who's there? Hold on! Don't come any farther! It's dangerous!" Tom and Mr. Damon stood still, and from behind the shed stepped Andy Foger and a man. "Oh! it's you, is it, Tom Swift?" exclaimed the red-haired bully. "I thought you'd come sneaking around. Come on, Jake! We'll make them wish they'd stayed home!"
"What are you going to do first, when you get there, Tom?" asked Ned, as he joined his chum in the pilot house, having set the motor and other apparatus to working automatically. "I mean in Logansville?" "I don't know. I'll have to wait and see how things develop." "That's where Mr. Foger lives, you know." "Yes, but I doubt if he is there now.
"Why don't they open the doors and give us our money?" cried one excited woman. "It's ours! I worked hard for mine, an' now they want to keep it from us. I wish I'd put it in the new bank." "Yes, that's the best place," added another. "That Mr. Foger has lots of money." "I can see the hand of Andy's father, and that of Mr.
Damon and Mr. Parker raised a great din at the ice cave where the Foger natives were. The sound carried to the hole where Andy and his father were digging out the gold. Mr. Foger at once ran toward the cave, while Andy, catching up his gun, remained on the alert. Then came the chance of Tom and Ned.
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