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Tom followed in the footsteps of his parent and had already taken out several patents. Shortly before this story opens the youth had become possessed of a motor-cycle in a peculiar fashion. As told in the first volume of this series, entitled "Tom Swift and His Motor-cycle," Tom was riding to the town of Mansburg on an errand for his father one day when he was nearly run down by a motorcyclist.
A little later the same motorcyclist, who was a Mr. Wakefield Damon, of Waterfield, collided with a tree near Tom's home and was severely cut and bruised, the machine being broken. Tom and his father cared for the injured rider, and Mr.
"Will, I'd love you all the rest of my life if you'd only find that motorcyclist and have him punished," said Betty fervently. "It makes me wild when I think how easily he got away from us " "Never mind that," interrupted Will, his eyes twinkling. "All I want is to have you repeat the first part of your speech. What was that about loving me all the rest of my life?"
He wanted for the night to capture him somehow for a drunk motorcyclist or a lazy trucker to whisk a wild adventure and physical intimacies upon him and yet, in full wistful innocence, he equally wanted what he would always go there for: to hear nothing but birds and a whisk of wind in the tranquility of that sleepy town in one of its most tranquil hours.
"I think," said Hoff, "we had better leave him in the care of the first doctor we come to. We can say that he is an injured motorcyclist we found lying in the road." "And me?" asked Jane, almost fearfully. "I'll take you back to the city with me." "No," she replied, "that won't do. I ought to stay by him. Besides, if I return with you, it will be hard to explain."
"As soon as he saw me he leaped on his motorcycle and left in a hurry, before I had a chance to say a word to him." "What a shame that you didn't have a chance to have him arrested," cried Amy. The girls talked the matter over for several minutes. As the motorcyclist was gone there seemed nothing they could do. "But we'll keep our eyes open for him," declared Betty.
Is it just a habit folks have, or have the Poketown selectmen passed an ordinance that you are to be the recipient of all personal information?" Janice was still amused, although she thought the young man was rather hard upon the town gossip. But Walky thought the observation over, and seemed finally to realize that the motorcyclist was making sport of him.
There was complete stillness and silence for a moment, then another short lurching journey through the cane; and next, with an abruptness that made the engineer's senses swim again, the fellow once more took to the air. The speed with which he "got away" was enough to make a motorcyclist, doing his best, seem to stand still. It took time for Smith to regain his balance.
So far to-day he had not appeared, but we did not doubt that he was lurking in the shadows somewhere. As we stood there we saw the motorcyclist walking down from the upper end of the street in our direction. "Let's wait until he comes up and thank him for telling us about the other rooms," suggested Sahwah. So we stood still and waited.
I saw that motorcyclist." "You did!" came in a chorus from the other Outdoor Girls. "Of course you mean the rascal who ran down poor Mrs. Sanderson," came from Mollie. "The same. I was so startled I hardly knew what to do. He was coming from a small hotel not a very nice place." "Maybe that is where he plays cards," suggested Betty.
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