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As the defenders of the cave reached the entrance they saw the body of natives rushing forward. They were almost at the gold hole, with Andy Foger and his father discreetly behind the first row of Eskimos, when, with a suddenness that was startling, there sounded throughout the whole valley a weird sound! It was like the wailing of some giant the sighing of some mighty wind.
"I didn't know it was you." "Oh, it's Tom Swift," remarked the man, and he did not seem especially pleased. "Hey! What's that?" cried another voice, which Tom had no difficulty in recognizing as belonging to Andy. "What's the matter, Dad?" "Why it happens to be your ahem! It's Tom Swift in this other auto," went on Mr. Foger. "I didn't know you had a car," he added. "I haven't," answered the lad.
We have just received an entry from Andy Foger." "From Andy Foger!" gasped Tom. "Is he going to try to win some of the prizes?" "He's entered for the big one, the ten-thousand-dollar prize," replied the balloonist. "He has made formal application to be allowed to compete, and we have to accept any one who applies. Why, do you object to him, Tom?" "Object to him? Mr.
As Tom swung along at a rapid pace he heard, behind him, the puffing of an automobile, with the muffler cut out. He turned and cast a hasty glance behind. "I hope that ain't Andy Foger or any of his cronies," he said to himself. "He might try to run me down just for spite. He generally rushes along with the muffler open so as to attract attention and make folks think he has a racing car."
Jackson made it one hundred and eleven; so we split the difference, so to speak. You certainly have a sky racer, Tom, my boy!" "And I'll need it, too, dad, if I'm to compete with Andy Foger, who may have a machine almost like mine." "But I thought you were going to object to him if he has," said Mr. Damon, who had hardly recovered from the speedy flight through space.
Swift, that Andy Foger is waiting for you in the next room. He has a letter for you." "Andy Foger!" gasped Tom. "Here." "That's so, I forgot all about him!" exclaimed Mr. Swift jumping up. "It slipped my mind. I let him in a while ago, before we came in the library, and he's probably been sitting in the parlor ever since. I thought he wanted to see you, Tom, so I told him to wait.
But can't you do somethin'? It were amazin' stupid of me, old Abe Abercrombie, t' be took in by a boy like him! Can't you do somethin'?" "I'm going to try," announced Tom determinedly, as he swung on toward the Foger house. "I'll cause his arrest if he doesn't give it up." A few minutes later Tom Swift and Abe confronted Mr. Foger.
We're going to try to locate a valley of gold, and I guess Andy Foger won't follow me there, even if he does build an airship." Tom and his chum started toward the shed, the young inventor still holding the letter that was to play such an important part in his life within the next few months.
"Nothing, that I can see," spoke Mr. Whitford. "We can only go back to our camping place, and make another try. This Andy Foger may, or may not, be in with the smugglers. That's something we have yet to prove. However, we can't do anything now." In vain did Ned try to get the bully within range of the light.
"It's a queer-looking aeroplane, though. My! he's got enough wings to it!" "Yes, it's Andy's sure enough," went on Ned "There he is in front, giving orders like a major-general, and Sam and Pete are helping him. Let's get closer." They followed the crowd, which was thronging about the airship that Andy Foger had made, Tom had a glimpse of the machine.
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