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Page 71
"It is perfectly wonderful!" declared Mr. Terrill, and he spoke
in ordinary tones, that carried perfectly to the ears of Tom and
Mr. Damon.
"Wonderful!" cried the eccentric man. "Bless my chimney, but
it's the greatest invention in the world! Yes, it is! Don't tell
me it 'isn't!"
And no one did.
Passing the Nestor home, the saddened occupants of which were
unaware of the passage, Tom sent the Air Scout about in a circle,
intending to proceed to the hangar. And then, some whim, perhaps,
caused him to guide Silent Sam out toward the lonely hut. Mr.
Damon and Mr. Tenrill seemed perfectly content to sail on and on
indefinitely in the moonlight. Tom thought he would take them
over a lonely neighborhood, and then bring them back.
In a little while the craft was directly over the stretch of
country where the aeroplane accident bad occurred, and where Tom
and Jackson had found the deserted hut.
Rather idly Tom looked down, wondering if the Secret Service
men were on the watch and if they had discovered anything.
Suddenly Tom was aware of an automobile moving along the field
path toward the cabin. There were two men in the car, both on
the front seat, and as Tom looked down the brilliant moonlight
showed him the figure of another man, behind, and huddled in the
tonneau of the car. The aeroplane was low enough for all these
details to be seen by the moon's gleam, but the men in the car,
not hearing any noise, did not look up, so they were unconscious
of this aerial espionage.
"Look! Look!" exclaimed Tom in a low voice to his companions.
"Doesn't that seem suspicious?"
CHAPTER XXV
THE GOLD TOOTH
Eagerly Mr. Damon and the government agent leaned over and
looked down. In the moonlight they saw the same sight that had
attracted Tom Swift. The touring car, the two men in front, and
the huddled, bound figure in the back.
"Can you go down, Tom, without letting them hear you?" asked
Mr. Damon, using a low voice, as if fearful the men in the
automobile would hear him.
"I guess so," answered the young inventor. "I can land nearer
to the cabin than Jackson and I did, and then we can see what
these fellows are up to. It looks suspicious to me. That is,
unless they're some of the Secret Service men, and have made a
capture," he added to Mr. Terrill.
"Those aren't any of Uncle Sam's men," declared the agent.
"That is, unless the bound one is. I can't see him very well.
Better go down, and we'll see if we can surprise them."
"My plan," voiced Tom.
Quickly he shifted the rudder, and then, shutting off the
motor, as he wanted to volplane down, he headed his craft for an
open spot that showed in the bright moonlight. By this time the
automobile and its occupants were out of sight behind a clump of
trees, but Tom and his companions felt sure of the destination of
the men--the deserted cabin in the wood.
As silently as a wisp of grass falling, the big craft came down
on a level spot, and then, leaping out, the young inventor and
his two companions crept along the path toward the cabin. Mr.
Terrill was armed, Tom carried a flashlight, while Mr. Damon
picked up a heavy club.
As soon as he came near a place where he thought the marks of
the automobile wheels would show, Tom flashed his light.
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