"
"Well, don't go to sleep again," suggested Tom good-naturedly.
"Did you hear anything at the side window a while ago?"
"Not a thing, Mr. Swift. I'll be all right now. I'll take
a turn outside in the air."
"All right," assented the young inventor.
Then, as he turned to go into the house and was bidding
Ned good-night, Tom said:
"I don't like this."
"What?" asked his chum.
"My sleepy watchman and the figure at the window. I more
than half suspect that one of Blakeson's tools followed Kent
for the purpose of buying him soda, only I think they might
have put a drop or two of chloral in it before he got it.
That would make him sleep."
"What are you going to do, Tom?"
"Put another man on guard. If they think they can get into
the factory at night, and steal my plans, or get ideas from
my tank, I'll fool 'em. I'll have another man on guard."
This Tom did, also telling Koku to sleep in the place, to
be ready if called. But there was no disturbance that night,
and the next day the work of completing the tank went on
with a rush,
It was a day or so after this, and Tom had fixed on it as
the time for taking the big machine apart for shipment, that
Ned received a telephone message at the bank from Mr.
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