He bared his teeth in a
snarl as he answered:
"Mind your own business!"
"Something I'd advise you also to do," replied Ned
smoothly. "You can't see anything from there," he went on.
"Better go back to the tree and--cut a fishing pole!"
With this parting shot Ned sauntered down the hill, and
swung around to make his way toward Tom's home. He paid no
further attention to the man, save to determine, by
listening, that the fellow was searching among the bushes
for the dropped telescope.
The young inventor was at home, taking a hasty lunch which
Mrs. Baggert had set out for him, the while he poured over
some blueprint drawings that, to Ned's unaccustomed eyes,
looked like the mazes of some intricate puzzle.
"Well, where have you been keeping yourself, old man?"
asked Tom Swift, after he had greeted his friend.
"I might ask the same of you," retorted Ned, with a smile.
"I've been trying to find you to give you some important
information, and I made up my mind, after what happened
to-day, to write it and leave it for you if I didn't see you.
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