"Yes, I guess it will do us good to get out," and the two
friends were soon on their way.
"What's this?" asked Mary, with a laugh, as Tom held out a
package tied with pink string. "More dynamite?" she added,
referring to an incident which had once greatly perturbed
the excitable Mr. Nestor.
"If she doesn't want it, perhaps Helen will take it,"
suggested Ned, with a twinkle in his eyes. "Halloran said
they were just in fresh--"
"Oh, you delightful boy!" cried Helen. "I'm just dying for
some chocolates! Let me open them, Mary, if you're afraid of
dynamite."
"The only powder in them," said Tom, "is the powdered
sugar. That can't blow you up."
And then the young people made merry, Tom, for the time
being, forgetting all about his tank.
It was rather late when the two young men strolled back
toward the Swift home, Ned walking that way with his chum.
Tom started out in the direction of the building where the
tank was housed,
"Going to have a good-night look at her?" asked Ned.
"Well, I want to make sure the watchman is on guard.
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