Damon. "Do you
know where he is?"
"Not exactly," answered the farmer; "but here's a note
from some one that signs himself 'Tom Swift,' and it says
he's a prisoner!"
Chapter XXII
Rescued
For a moment Ned and Mr. Damon gazed at the farmer in his
rattletrap of an auto, and then they looked at the
fluttering piece of paper in his hand. Thence their gaze
traveled to the ragged and barefoot lad sitting beside the
farmer.
"I found it!" announced the boy.
"Found what?" asked Ned.
"That there note!"
Without asking any more questions, reserving them until
they knew more about the matter, Mr. Damon and Ned each
reached out a hand for the paper the farmer held. The latter
handed it to Ned, being nearest him, and at a sight of the
handwriting the young bank clerk exclaimed:
"It's from Tom, all right!"
"What happened to him?" cried Mr. Damon. "Where is he? Is
he a prisoner?"
"So it seems," answered Ned. "Wait, I'll read It to you,"
and he read:
"'Whoever picks this up please send word at once to Mr.
Swift or to Ned Newton in Shopton, or to Mr.
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