Swift."
"Pardon me, but I won't keep you a moment," interrupted a
suave voice. "I happened to observe your tank, and I took
the liberty of entering to see--"
"Simpson!" cried Ned Newton, as he recognized the man who
had been up the tree. "It's that spy, Simpson, Tom!"
Chapter XII
Bridging a Gap
Such surprise showed both on the face of Ned Newton and
that of the man who called himself Walter Simpson that it
would be hard to say which was in the greater degree. For a
moment the newcomer stood as if he had received all electric
shock, and was incapable of motion. Then, as the echoes of
Ned's voice died away and the young bank clerk, being the
first to recover from the shock, made a motion toward the
unwelcome and uninvited intruder, Simpson exclaimed.
"I will not bother now. Some other time will do as well."
Then, with a haste that could be called nothing less than
precipitate, he made a turn and fairly shot out of the door
by which he had entered the tank.
"There he goes!" cried Mr. Damon. "Bless my speedometer,
but there he goes!"
"I'll stop him!" cried Ned.
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