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The lights in the hangar were switched on, but a careful search revealed little. The men, half a dozen or more, had come evidently well prepared for the taking away of Tom Swift's airship, and they had done so. Entrance had been effected by forcing a small side door. True, the burglar alarm had given notice of the presence of the men, but Tom and Ned had not acted quite quickly enough.
"Well, Ned," said Jack, "do you wish yourself on board the Harpy again?" "No," replied Gascoigne, "we have fallen on our feet at last, but still not without first being knocked about like peas in a rattle. What a lovely little creature that Agnes is! How strange that you should fall in with her again! How odd that we should come here!" "My good fellow, we did not come here.
"I tell you what, Ned," the midshipman said emphatically, when they went out into the air, "if I live through this war I'll marry Nelly Hargreaves; that is," he added, "if she'll have me, and will wait a bit. She is a brick, and no mistake. I never felt really in love before; not regularly, you know."
"But, Ned, you, a whaler by profession, familiarised with all the great marine mammalia YOU ought to be the last to doubt under such circumstances!" "That is just what deceives you, Professor," replied Ned.
Jefferson making his adieux to Madame d'Azay and her guests. The horses had been ordered, and in a few minutes the gentlemen were ready to start. D'Azay walked with Calvert to where Bertrand stood holding them. "'Tis an infernal shame, Ned," he said, in a low tone, wringing the young man's hand. "I guessed thy mission down here and thy face tells me how it has gone.
Lyda, eldest daughter in the Shelton family, gathered her little sisters about her, quieting their clamours while her mother wrung her hands and said over and over again, "To happen when your papa was getting on so nicely!" Lyda resolved that she would put all thoughts of marrying out of her head. She would have to stop keeping company with Ned Backus, the hardware man's son.
"Maybe the telephone line runs to the sanitarium," suggested Fenn. "That's it! I believe you're right!" exclaimed Ned. "I never thought of that. Why, it was by following the line that we met Frank before. Let's follow it again, and perhaps we shall come to the insane asylum." "And suppose we do?" asked Bart. "Well, we'll know where it is," Ned went on. "That's something.
"I will have to fight you in his place." "Why, Ned! Ned! you you astound me! Wha' what do you mean?" "That is what I mean, Harry. You know many times you have heard me say I don't believe in that kind of thing; I find that worse than the religion of Gholson; yet still, what shall I say? we are but soldiers anyhow this time I make an exception in your favor.
"Why," Ned answered, "if you would like a stroll by moonlight, I think we might get a good view of the south country from the top of the mountain." "I don't know what you're up to," Frank answered, springing to his feet, "but I'm game for anything. I've been eating my heart out all day." "What about the prints?" asked Ned.
She saw him shadowy, graceful against the dim gray of the river and sky lean ever so slightly toward her. But then he straightened again to his paddle, and contented himself with repeating merely: "Quebec in August, then." The canoe grated. Ned Trent with an exclamation drove his paddle into the clay. "Lucky the bottom is soft here," said he; "I did not realize we were so close ashore."
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