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"Think I'd leave town while you and that fried chicken are in Shopton?" Bud grinned. "What a line!" Sandy's blue eyes twinkled. "I know it's the fried chicken you're really interested in." "Where's the rest of that 'we' you were referring to?" Tom inquired. "I'm sorry, Tom," Sandy said in a mournful voice. "Phyl couldn't make it."
"I hope he has gone for good," said Ned Newton, who lived near Andy. "He's an infernal nuisance. I wish he'd never come back to Shopton." But Andy was destined to come back. One day, when Tom was busy installing a wireless apparatus on his new aeroplane, he heard Eradicate hurrying up the path that led to the shop.
When they were nearing Shopton, the young inventor, intending to come down on solid ground, grasped the device which lowered the landing wheels. It seemed to work very stiffly, he thought, so he leaned over farther to exert more force. Suddenly there came a snapping noise. "What's up, Tom?" called Ned, hearing the noise and seeing his chum fumbling with the now useless mechanism.
Now Ned worked in the Shopton bank, and Tom was so busy helping his father, so they did not see each other so often. "On business or pleasure?" asked Tom, putting some more sugar in his coffee. "Business. I had to bring some papers over from our bank to the First National here. But what about you?" "Oh, I came on dad's account."
When the promoter came to Shopton he had taken an elaborate house and engaged a staff of servants. Peters was not married, but he gave a number of entertainments to which the wealthy men of Shopton and their wives came. Later it was found that the bills for these had never been paid. In short, Peters was a "bluff" in more ways than one.
"Maybe you're right, Chow. Might help me think better." Tom got off the stool and stretched out the kinks in his legs. He strolled outside with Chow, then scootered to the parking lot and hopped into his sleek, silver sports car. A moment later he was whizzing off in the direction of Shopton. Nearing town, Tom turned off on a side-road short cut.
Tom Swift went to bed that night without the least fear that the man who had twice attacked him in the streets of Shopton would be able to trouble him unless he went abroad again. Koku was on guard. The giant whom Tom had brought home from one of his distant wanderings was wholly devoted to his master. Koku never had, and he never would, become entirely civilized.
Swift, glad to have sane one share the responsibility with, felt somewhat better when a well-known Shopton attorney assured him that the evidence against Tom was of such a flimsy character that it would scarcely hold in a court of justice. "But they have warrants for him and Mr. Damon," declared the inventor. "Very true, but it is easy to swear out a warrant against any one.
The machine was running smoothly, and seemed able to make a long race against time. The travelers ate lunch that day at Pendleton, a town some distance from Shopton. They had covered a substantial part of their trip. After a brief rest they started on again. Tom had planned to spend two days and one night on the road, hoping to be able to reach the shore cottage on the evening of the second day.
"I guess some practical joker clicked off the switch." Bud suddenly caught sight of a stout youth in a plaid shirt and blue jeans, who was standing in a nearby corner. He was shaking all over with half-stifled merriment. "There's the wise guy! Rock Harriman!" Rock, an all-star tackle on the Shopton High football team, was well known for his pranks and practical jokes. Bud rushed over. "Okay!
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