"Isn't that great, Tom? Can you beat it? It's the most
wonderful machine of the age, even counting some of yours.
Can you beat it?"
Tom took the paper indifferently, and his manner surprised
his chum.
"Well, what's the matter, Tom?" asked Ned. "Don't you
think that great? Why don't you say something? You don't
mean to say you've seen that picture before?"
"No, Ned."
"Then what's the matter with you? Isn't that wonderful?"
Chapter III
Ned is Worried
Tom Swift did not answer for several seconds. He stood
holding the paper Ned had given him, the sun slanting on the
picture of the big British tank. But the young inventor did
not appear to see it. Instead, his eyes were as though
contemplating something afar off.
"Well, this gets me!" cried Ned, his voice showing
impatience. "Here I go and get a picture of the latest
machine the British armies are smashing up the Boches with,
and bring it to you fresh from the mail--I even quit my
Liberty Bond business to do it, and I know some dandy
prospects, too--and here you look at it like a--like a
fish!" burst out Ned.
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