Then, when he saw our mishap
and noticed that we were stalled, he came in, boldly enough,
thinking, I suppose, that, as I had never seen him, he would
take a chance on getting as much information as he could in
a hurry."
"But he didn't count on Ned's being here!" chuckled Mr.
Damon.
"No; that's where he slipped a cog," remarked Mr. Nestor.
"Well, Tom, I like your tank, what I've seen of her, but
it's getting late and I think Mary and I had better be
getting back home."
"We'll be ready to start in a little while," Tom said,
after a brief consultation with one of his men. "Still,
perhaps it would be just as well if you didn't ride back
with me. She may go all right, and then, again, she may not.
And as it's dark, and we're in a rough part of the field,
you might be a bit shaken up. Not that the tank minds it!"
the young inventor hastened to add "She's got to do her bit
over worse places than this--much worse--but I want to get
her in a little better working shape first. So if you don't
mind, Mary, I'll postpone your initial trip."
"Oh, I don't mind, Tom! I'm so glad you've made this! I
want to see the war ended, and I think machines like this
will help.
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