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"Why, yes, I imagine there must be a dinner in prospect somewhere, Mr. Damon," said Tom with a smile. "We'll have to see Mrs. Baggert about that. But what I meant was that you're just in time to have a ride with me, if you want to go." "Go where?" "Oh, up in cloudland. I have just finished my first sample of a silent motor, and I'm going to try it this evening. Would you like to come along?"
It's a different matter to prove a person guilty." "But they can arrest my son." "Yes if they catch him. However, we can soon have him released on bail." "It's disgraceful," said Mrs. Baggert. "Not at all, my dear madam, not at all. Good and innocent persons have been arrested." "They are going to send out a general alarm for my son," bewailed Mr. Swift.
Baggert will hear it, too, but they won't know what it means. They'll think I'm just working on the submarine." It seemed several hours to Tom that he pounded out that cry for aid, but, as he afterward learned, it was only a little over an hour. Signal after signal he sent vibrating from the steel sides of the tank. When one arm tired he would use the other.
"Careful," cautioned Tom, "If you hit something you'll rouse the house, and I don't want my father and Mrs. Baggert, to say nothing of Eradicate, awakened." "Excuse me," murmured Ned. "But we'd better be getting a move on." "That's right," agreed Tom. He dropped into a side pocket a small but powerful electric flash lamp, and then he and Ned let themselves out.
"And I haven't been bothering about my gyroscope. I think I'll take another sandwich, Tom, and a few more olives." "That's the way to talk!" cried the son. "Your appetite is improving, too. If Mrs. Baggert could see you she'd say so." "Oh, yes, Mrs. Baggert. I do hope she and Garret will look after the house and shops well," said Mr.
That was the beginning of a friendship between the two, and also started Tom on his career as an inventor and a possessor of many gasoline craft. For he was not content with merely riding the repaired motorcycle. He made improvements on it. Tom lived with his father in the town of Shopton, their home being looked after, since the death of Mrs. Swift, by Mrs. Baggert. Mr.
"Yes," said Tom, "I'd like to get to a place where I can telephone to him or Mrs. Baggert. Well, if we don't find something pretty soon we'll have to turn back. I must complete work on the new motor, for if I'm to offer it to Uncle Sam for air scout purposes, the sooner I can do so the better.
I had almost forgotten that I promised to make the attempt in the big airship. How did this letter come, Mrs. Baggert?" he asked. "By special delivery. The messenger brought it a few minutes ago." "Then we may see Abe any day now. Guess I'd better be looking over the RED CLOUD to see if it's in shape for a trip to the Arctic regions."
Nestor can't have arrived home," said Tom. "It's a bit queer, his delay, but I'm sure it will be explained naturally. Only Mary and her mother are alone and, very likely, they're nervous. I'll telephone to let you know everything is all right as soon as I get there," Tom promised his father and Mrs. Baggert as he drove off down the road, partly illuminated by the new moon.
Baggert hovering over him. "Where are you worst hurt, Rad?" asked Tom, with a view to getting a line on which physician would be the best one to summon. "It's all in mah face, Massa Tom," moaned the colored man. "It's mah eyes. Dat stuff done sploded right in 'em! I can't see nevah no mo'!" "Oh, I guess it isn't as bad as that," said Tom.
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