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Appleton, Victor [pseud.]

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

We'll
begin taking her apart in a few days, and I don't want
anything to happen between now and then."
They walked on toward the big structure, and, as they
approached from the side, they were both startled to see a
dark shadow--at least so it seemed to the youths--dart away
from one of the windows.
"Look!" gasped Ned.
"Hello, there!" cried Tom sharply. "Who's that? Who are
you?"
There was no answer, and then the fleeing shadow was
merged in the other blackness of the night.
"Maybe it was the watchman making his rounds," suggested
Ned.
"No," answered Tom, as he broke into a run. "If it was,
he'd have answered. There's something wrong here!"
But he could find nothing when he reached the window from
which he and Ned had seen the shadow dart. An examination by
means of a pocket electric light betrayed nothing wrong with
the sash, and if there were footprints beneath the casement
they indicated nothing, for that side of the factory was one
frequently used by the workmen.
Tom went into the building, and, for a time, could not
find the watchman.


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