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That time came a week later, and with a complete set of the plans, embodying his latest ideas, Tom went into the library where his father was seated in an easy-chair. Dr. Gladby had said it would not now harm the aged inventor to do a little work. Tom spread the drawings out in front of his father, and began to explain them in detail.
Hendrix is much interested in, and I think he will come on that account, if for no other reason. I'll write out the message, and you can have Eradicate take it to the telegraph office." "I'll take it myself!" exclaimed Tom, as he got ready to go out into the night with the urgent request. "Is there any immediate danger for my father?" he asked. "No; not any immediate danger," replied Dr. Gladby.
Baggert and Mr. Jackson remaining with the sick man. "What is the matter with my father, Dr. Gladby?" asked Tom earnestly, as the doctor prepared to take his departure. "Is it anything serious?" "Well," began the medical man, "I would not be doing my duty, Tom, if I did not tell you what it is. That is, it is comparatively serious, but it is curable, and I think we can bring him around.
"I guess dad needs a rest and doctoring up," thought the young inventor as he turned the electric chandelier off by a button on the wall, in order to darken the room, so that he might peer out to better advantage. "I think he's been working too hard on his wireless motor. I must get Dr. Gladby to come over and see dad. But now I want to find out who that was under this window."
Now about all that needed to be done was to see that there was plenty of gasoline and oil in the reservoirs. "I'll give you a note to Dr. Hendrix," said Mr. Gladby, as Tom was fastening on his faceguard. "I I trust you won't be disappointed, Tom. I hope he will consent to return with you." "He's got to come," said the young inventor, simply, as if that was all there was to it.
"I I promise!" exclaimed Tom, and the aged inventor sank back with a smile of satisfaction on his pale face. "Now you must go," said Dr. Gladby to Tom. "He has talked long enough. He must sleep now, and get up his strength." "Will he get better?" asked Tom, anxiously. "We can't say for sure," was the answer. "We have great hopes."
The two physicians, who had been consulting together, summoned the youth from another room, where, with Mrs. Baggert and Mr. Jackson he had been anxiously awaiting the verdict. "What is it?" the young inventor asked Dr. Gladby. The medical man told him to what conclusion he and his colleague had arrived, adding: "We advise that Dr. Hendrix be sent for at once.
Only I don't like to think that people have been in here. They may have stolen some of my ideas. I must keep this place locked night and day after this." Tom spent a busy week in making improvements on his craft. Mr. Swift was doing well, and after a consultation by Dr. Kurtz and Dr. Gladby it was decided to adopt a new style of treatment. In the meanwhile, Mr.
He came hurrying back into the house with a roll of papers in his hands. And there were the long-missing plans! damp and stained by the weather, but all there. No enemy had them, and Tom's secret was safe. "Now I can accept the Government offer!" he cried. And a few weeks later he made a most advantageous deal with the United States officials for his patents. Dr. Gladby explained that Mr.
Please telephone for Dr. Gladby, Mrs. Baggert. Ask him to come as soon as possible, and then tell Garret Jackson to step here. I'll have him help me get father into bed." The housekeeper hastened to the instrument, and was soon in communication with the physician, who promised to call at once. The engineer was summoned from another part of the house, and then Eradicate was aroused. Mrs.
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