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Updated: June 6, 2025
"Hey! What you want, tromping in here for, man?" demanded old Rad angrily. "An' totin' that spear, too. Where you t'ink yo' is? In de jungle again? Go 'way, chile!" Both Rad and Koku were rapidly outliving the sudden friendship of Rad's sick days, when it was thought he might be blind for life, and were dropping back into their old ways of bickering and rivalry for Tom's attention.
Ned, you and Mr. Damon and I will handle the electric rifles. Eradicate, use your shotgun, and fire high. We don't want to hurt any of the big men. We'll merely stun them with the electric bullets, but the noise of Rad's gun will help some." "What can I do?" asked Mr. Poddington. "You're too weak to do much," replied Tom. "You just keep on the lookout, and tell us if they try any surprises.
Then as daylight was beginning to show in the east I finally fell asleep, worn out with puzzling my head for an explanation which should cover at once Rad's nocturnal drive and Mose's ha'nt. I slept late the next morning, and came down stairs to find the Colonel pacing the length of the dining-room, his head bent, a worried frown upon his brow.
"Oh, Master Tom!" the big man exclaimed when he had got the attention of the young inventor. "Rad he he " "Has anything happened?" asked Tom, quickly. "No, not yet. But dat pill man he say by tomorrow he know if Rad ever will see sunshine more!" "Oh, the doctor says he'll be able to decide about Rad's eyesight tomorrow, does he?" "Yes. What so pill man say," repeated Koku.
After we get him to a bed you can go for the doctor, though I fancy the telephone can run even quicker than you can, Koku." "Whatever Master Tom say," returned the giant humbly, as he looked with pity at the suffering form of his rival a rival no longer. It seemed that Rad's working days were over. Tenderly the aged colored man was laid on a lounge in the living room, Mr. Swift and Mrs.
Though I did not comprehend his attitude, still I took him at his word. There was something about Rad's straightforward way of looking one in the eye that impelled belief. As I had heard the Colonel boast, a Gaylord could not tell a lie. The things a Gaylord could and could not do, were, I acknowledge, to a Northern ethical sense a trifle mystifying.
By the Lord, it's worth bottling! I tell ye what, men, old Rad's investment must go for it! he had best cut away his part of the hull and tow it home.
"Fo' de lawsy's sake! 'Tain't mawnin', is it?" Rad's sleepy voice was heard to announce. "No, it's da'k as " And the voice trailed off into silence. "Tom! Tom!" the young fellow heard his aroused father shouting. Tom knew that his father was in no danger. In fact Mr. Swift's voice did not even betray apprehension. It was to the garage Tom looked for an explosion. But none came.
I hesitated a moment, uncertain what to do, and then turned back to the stables to order a fresh horse. To my astonishment I found the stable-men gathered in a group about Rad's mare, Jennie Loo. She was dashed with foam and trembling, and appeared to be about used up. The men fell back and eyed me silently as I approached. "What's happened to the horse?" I cried. "Did she run away?"
"Come on!" cried Tom to his chum. "Rad may be right, after all, and one of my workmen may be a German spy, though I've tried to weed them all out. "However, no matter about that, if he was employed in another shop, he had no right to go into Number Thirteen. That's a violation of rules. But if he's in Rad's ramshackle stable he can easily get out."
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