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Page 72
"I thought so!" he exclaimed, as he saw the square, knobby tread
marks left by the tires. "It's the same gang, or some of them in
the same car. If we can only capture them!"
"The Secret Service men ought to do that," returned Mr.
Terrill, but, as it developed later, they were not on hand,
though through no fault of theirs.
On and on crept Tom and the two men, until they came within
sight of the cabin. They saw a light gleaming in it, and Tom
whispered:
"Now we have them! Work our way up quietly and make them
surrender, if we find they're what we think."
"Is there a rear door?" asked Mr. Terrill in a whisper.
Tom answered in the negative, and then all three, in fan shape,
crept up to the front portal. It was open, and silently reaching
a place where they could make an observation, Tom and his
companions looked in.
What they saw filled them with wild and righteous rage, and
brought to an end the mystery of the disappearance of Mr. Nestor.
For there he sat, bound in a chair, and at a table in front of
him were two forbidding-looking men.
"What do you intend to do now?" asked Mr. Nestor in a faint
voice. "I cannot stand this captivity much longer. You admit that
you don't want me--that you never wanted me--so why do you keep
me a prisoner? It cannot do the least good."
"There's no use going over that again !" exclaimed the harsh
voice of one of the men. told you that if you will promise to
keep still about what happened to you, and not to give the
police any information about us, we'll let you go gladly. We
don't want you. It was all a mistake, capturing you. You were the
wrong man. But we re not going to let you go and have you set the
police on us as soon as you get a chance. Give us your promise to
say nothing, and we'll let you join your friends. If you don't--"
"Make no promises, Mr. Nestor!" cried Tom Swift in a ringing
voice, as he leaped from his hiding place, followed by his
companions. "Your friends are here, and you can tell them
everything!"
"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.
"We'll tell you all about it later. Jove, but I'm glad we found
you! If it hadn't been for Silent Sam we might never have been
able to."
"Well, I don't know who Silent Sam is," said Mr. Nestor
faintly. "But I'm sure I'm much obliged to him and your other
friends. It has been very hard. Tell me, are my wife and Mary all
right?"
"In good health, yes, but, of course, worrying," said Tom. "We
saw them in the garden a little while ago. Now don't talk until I
set you free."
And as Tom cut the ropes from Mr. Nestor, Mr. Damon used them
to bind the two conspirators, while Mr. Terrill stood guard over
them. And when they were safely bound, and Mr. Nestor had
somewhat recovered from the shock, Tom had a chance to examine
the prisoners.
"What does it all mean? Who are you fellows, anyhow, and what's
your game?" he demanded.
"Guess it--since you're so smart!" snapped one.
And no sooner had he opened his mouth and Tom had a glance of
something gleaming brightly yellow, than the young inventor
cried:
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