"Might as well let him think that," mused Tom; "at least
until I can figure out who he is and what he wants."
"This is different from most of those up there," and the
stranger pointed toward the circling craft on high. "A bit
more speedy, I guess, isn't it?"
"Well, yes, in a way," agreed Tom, who was lending over
his craft. He stole a side look at the man. The face was
becoming more and more familiar, yet something about it
puzzled Tom Swift.
"I've seen him before, and yet he didn't look like that,"
thought the young inventor. "It's different, somehow. Now
why should my memory play me a trick like this? Who in the
world can he be?"
Tom straightened up, and tossed a monkey wrench into the
tool box.
"Get everything fixed?" asked the stranger.
"I think so," and the young inventor tried to make his
answer pleasant. "It was only a small break, easily fixed."
"Then you'll be on your way again?"
"Yes. Are you ready?" called Tom to Mr. Damon.
"Bless my timetable, yes! I didn't think you'd start back
again so soon. There's one young fellow up there who has
looped the loop three times, and I expect him to fall any
minute.
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