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Appleton, Victor [pseud.]

"Tom Swift and His War Tank, or, Doing His Bit for Uncle Sam"


"It's for you, Tom," he said, and there was a smile on the
face of the young bank clerk.
"Um!" murmured Tom, and he smiled also.
Ned could not repress more smiles as Tom took up the
conversation over the wire, and it did not take long for the
chum of the youthful inventor to verify his guess that Mary
Nestor was at the other end of the instrument.
"Yes, yes," Tom was heard to say. "Why, of course, I'll be
glad to come over. Yes, he's here. What? Bring him along? I
will if he'll come. Oh, tell him Helen is there! 'Nough
said! He'll come, all right!"
And Tom, without troubling to consult his friend, hung up
the receiver.
"What's that you're committing me to?" asked Ned.
"Oh, Mary wants us to come over and spend the evening.
Helen Sever is there, and they say we can take them downtown
if we like."
"I guess we like," laughed Ned. "Come along! We've had
enough of musty old problems," for he had been helping Tom
in some calculations regarding strength of materials and the
weight-bearing power of triangularly constructed girders as
compared to the arched variety.


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