"We've got to find out more
about him! I'll get him, Tom!"
Tom Swift was not one to let a friend rush alone into what
might be danger. He realized immediately what his chum meant
when he called out the identity of the intruder, and,
wishing to clear up some of the mystery of which he became
aware when Schwen was arrested and the paper showing a
correspondence with this Simpson were found, Tom darted out
to try to assist in the capture.
"He went this way!" cried Ned, who was visible in the
glare of the searchlight that still played its powerful
beams over the stern of the tank, if such an ungainly
machine can be said to have a bow and stern. "Over this
way!"
"I'm with you!" cried Tom. "See if you can pick up that
man who just ran out of here!" he cried to the operator of
the searchlight in the elevated observation section of what
corresponded to the conning tower of a submarine. This was a
sort of lookout box on top of the tank, containing, among
other machines, the searchlight. "Pick him up!" cried Tom.
The operator flashed the intense white beam, like a finger
of light, around in eccentric circles, but though this
brought into vivid relief the configuration of the field and
road near which the tank was stalled, it showed no running
fugitive.
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