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Another is slowly, and with the precision of an astronomer, adjusting the tin slides which protect his barrel from the glitter of the sun. The chatter of a bevy of country maidens ripples from over the way. The horses whinny under their square-skirted saddles, or stand "hard by their chariots champing golden corn," like the horses of Nestor, Agamemnon, Homer and Gladstone before Dr.
Nestor was here, and what has happened to him since. There isn't anything in the wallet, is there?" "Nothing," answered Tom, making a careful examination so as to be sure. "It's as empty as a last year's bird nest. He's been robbed that's what has happened to Mr. Nestor. He was waylaid that night, instead of being run down as I thought waylaid and robbed and then his body was brought here."
The factory had been pretty well consumed, though by strenuous labors the blaze had not extended to adjoining structures. The home of Mary Nestor was saved, and for this Tom Swift was thankful. Mrs. Baggert, the Swift's housekeeper, was indeed glad to have some one to "fuss over," as Tom put it. She prepared a bed for Mr. Baxter, and in this the weary and ill man sank with a sigh of relief.
By it many surprise attacks were made, and much valuable information was obtained that otherwise could not have been brought in. One day, after the rogues had been sent to prison for long terms, and Tom had turned over to his government his silent aircraft except one which he was induced to keep for his own personal use the young inventor went to call on Mary Nestor.
His father Nestor, son of Neleus, stood by Antilochus, and gave him good advice, although he himself was wise. "Antilochus, my son," he said, "though thou art young, yet Zeus and Neptune have loved thee, and made thee a perfect horseman; and there is little need for me to teach thee. But the other horses are better than thine; and I fear that much trouble is in store for thee.
There's been an accident all right." Tom and Mr. Damon were of one mind now in thinking that Mr. Nestor had met with some mishap on the road an automobile accident most likely and that he was the person who had called for help. "If they had only answered when we hallooed at them," said Tom, "we wouldn't be in all this stew now.
"I understand so far," admitted Mrs. Nestor. "In telegraphing without wires," went on Tom, "the air is used in place of a metallic conductor, with the help of the earth, which in itself is a big magnet, or a battery, as you choose to regard it. The earth helps to establish the connection between places where there are no wires, when we 'ground' certain conductors."
"It must be his new invention!" exclaimed Ned. "What is it?" asked Mr. Nestor. "A giant," ventured Ned. "It's a giant machine of some sort and " "And it's running away!" cried Mr. Damon, as he quickly steered his car to one side and not a moment too soon!
There was a sudden splash, heard above the downpour of the rain, followed by an exclamation of surprise, and then Jimmie's voice called out: "Say, you fellers, throw me that life preserver!" Nestor turned the flame on the electric flashlight and directed it toward the spot from which the voice had come.
"Up with 'em!" called Mr. Terrill to the two conspirators as he confronted them with his automatic pistol ready for firing. He had no need to mention hands they knew what he meant and took the characteristic attitude. "Tom! Tom Swift!" cried Mr. Nestor, struggling ineffectually at his bonds. "Is it really you?" "Well, I hope it isn't any imitation," was the grim answer.
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