"Have they got a wild bull shut up in there, and is
he trying to get out? Lucky for me he didn't," and he
hurried on, the rumbling noise become fainter until it died
away altogether.
That night, after his supper and while reading the paper
and smoking a cigar, Mr. Nestor spoke to his daughter.
"Mary, have you seen anything of Tom Swift lately?"
"Why, yes, Father. He was over for a little while the
other night, but he didn't stay long. Why do you ask?"
"Oh, nothing special. I just came past his place and I
heard some queer noises, that's all. He's up to some more of
his tricks, I guess. Has be enlisted yet?"
"No.
"Is he going to?"
"I don't know," and Mary seemed a bit put out by this
simple question. "What do you mean by his tricks?" she
asked, and a close observer might have thought she was
anxious to get away from the subject of Tom's enlistment.
"Oh, like that one when he sent you something in a box
labeled 'dynamite,' and gave us all a scare. You can't tell
what Tom Swift is going to do next. He's up to something
now, I'll wager, and I don't believe any good will come of
it"
"You didn't think so after he sent his wireless message,
and saved us from Earthquake Island," said Mary, smiling.
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