"No more he did," chimed in the farmer. "He come runnin'
in like a whitehead, and as soon as I saw the paper and
heard what Bub had to say, I thought maybe I'd better do
somethin'."
"Did you go to the factory?" asked Ned eagerly.
"No. I thought the best thing to do would be to find this
Mr. Swift, or the other folks mentioned in this letter. I
knowed, in a general way, where Shopton was, but I'd never
been there, doing my tradin' in the other direction, and so
I had to stop and ask the road. If you can tell me--"
"We're two of the persons spoken of in that note," said
Mr. Damon, as he mentioned his name and introduced Ned. "We
have been looking for our friend Tom Swift for two days now.
We must find him at once, as there is no telling what he may
be suffering."
"Where is this old factory you speak of," continued Mr.
Damon, "and how can we get there? It's too bad one of you
didn't go back, after finding the note, to tell Tom he was
soon to be rescued."
"Waal, maybe it is," said the farmer, a bit put out by the
criticism. "But I figgered it would be better to look up this
young man's friends and let them do the rescuin', and not
lose no time, 'specially as it's about as far from my place
to the factory as it is to Shopton.
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