"Well, we won't bother
any more about him. When the trial comes on, I'll pay what
the jury says is right. It'll be worth it, for I proved that
Tank A can eat up brick, stone or wooden buildings and not
get indigestion. That's what I set out to do. So don't worry
any more about it, Ned."
"I'm not worrying, but I'd like to get the best of those
fellows. The idea of asking three thousand dollars for a
shell of a barn!"
"Never mind," replied Tom. "We'll come out all right."
Now that the Liberty Loan drive had somewhat slackened,
Ned had more leisure time, and he spent parts of his days
and not a few of his evenings at Tom Swift's. Mr. Damon was
also a frequent visitor, and he never tired of viewing the
tank. Every chance he got, when they tested the big machine
in the large field, so well fenced in, the eccentric man was
on hand, with his "bless my--!" whatever happened to come
most readily to his mind.
Tom, now that his invention was well-nigh perfected, was
not so worried about not having the tank seen, even at close
range, and the enclosure was not so strictly guarded.
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