Damon of
Waterfield. I am a prisoner, locked in the old factory. Tom
Swift'"
"Bless my quinine pills!" cried Mr Damon. "What in the
world does it mean? What factory?"
"That's just what we've got to find out," decided Ned.
"Where did you get this?" he asked the farmer's boy.
"Way off over there," and he pointed across miles of
fields. "I was lookin' for a lost cow, and I went past an
old factory. There wasn't nobody in the place, as far as I
knowed, but all at once I heard some one yell, and then I
seen something white, like a bird, sail out of a high
window. I was scared for a minute, thinkin' it might be
tramps after me."
"And what did you do, Sonny?" asked Mr. Damon, as the boy
paused.
"Well, after a while I went to where the white thing lay,
and I picked it up. I seen it was a piece of paper, with
writin' on it, and it was wrapped around part of a brick."
"And did you go near the factory to find out who called or
who threw the paper out?" Ned queried.
"I didn't," the boy answered. "I was scared. I went home,
and didn't even start to find the lost cow.
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