Now all
this was done at last, and the first completed tank was
ready to be shipped.
Meanwhile the matter of the demolished barn had been left
for legal action. Tom and Ned, it developed, had done the
proper thing under the circumstances, and they were sure
they had foiled at least one plan of the plotters.
"But they won't stop there," declared Ned, who had
constituted himself a sort of detective. "They're lying back
and waiting for another chance, Tom."
"Well, they won't get it at my tank!" declared the young
inventor, with a smile. "I've finished testing her on the
road. All I need do now is to run her around this place if I
have to; and there won't be much need of that before she's
taken apart for shipment. Did you get any trace of Simpson
or the men who are with him--Blakeson and the others?"
"No," Ned answered. "I've been nosing around about that
farmer, Kanker, but I can't get anything out of him. For all
that, I'm sure he was egged on to his hold-up game by some
of your enemies. Everything points that way."
"I think you're right," agreed Tom.
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