"That's the reason the government exempted me from
enlisting," Tom said. "They wanted me to finish this tank. I
didn't exactly want to, but I considered it my 'bit.' After
this I'm going into the army, Ned."
"Glad to hear it, old man. Maybe by that time I'll have
this Liberty Bond work finished, and I'll go with you. We'll
have great times together! Have you heard anything more of
Simpson, Blakeson and Scoundrels?" And Ned laughed as he
named this "firm."
"No," answered Tom. "I guess we scared off that slick
German spy."
Once more the tank lumbered out along the road. It was a
mighty engine of war, and inside her rode Tom and Ned. Mary
and her father had been invited, but the girl could not
quite get her courage to the point of accepting, nor did Mr.
Nestor care to go. Mr. Damon, however, as might be guessed,
was there.
"Bless my monkey wrench, Tom!" cried the eccentric man, as
he noted their advance over some rough ground, "are you
really going to make this machine cross Tinkle Creek on a
bridge of steel you carry with you?"
"I'm going to try, Mr.
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