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Appleton, Victor [pseud.]

"Tom Swift and His War Tank, or, Doing His Bit for Uncle Sam"


"But you haven't told me all that happened. You say I am
being spied upon."
"Yes," and Ned related what had taken place in the tree.
"Whew!" whistled Tom. "That's going some with a vengeance!
I must have that tree down in a jiffy. I didn't imagine
there was a spot where the yard could be overlooked. But I
evidently skipped that tree. Fortunately it's on land owned
by a concern with which I have some connection, and I can
have it chopped down without any trouble. Much obliged to
you, Ned. I shan't forget this in a hurry. I'll go right
away and--"
Tom's further remark was interrupted by the hurried
entrance of Eradicate Sampson. The old man was smiling in
pleased anticipation, evidently, at the same time, trying
hard not to give way to too much emotion.
"I's done it, Massa Tom!" he cried exultingly.
"Done what?" asked the young inventor. "I hope you and
Koku haven't had another row."
"No, sah! I don't want nuffin t' do wif dat ornery, low-down
white trash! But I's gone an' done whut I said I'd do!"
"What's that, Rad? Come on, tell us! Don't keep us in
suspense.


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