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Appleton, Victor [pseud.]

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

Damon or Ned Newton! Hello!"
"Hello yourself, Tom Swift!" yelled Ned, too delighted to
wait for any other confirmation that it was his friend who
was shouting. "We've come to rescue you, Tom!"
There was a moment of silence, and then a voice asked:
"Who is there?"
"Ned Newton, Mr. Damon, and some other friends of yours!"
answered the young bank clerk, for surely the farmer and his
son could be called Tom's friends.
An indistinguishable answer came back, and then Ned cried:
"Where are you, Tom? Tell us, so we can get you out!"
They all listened, and faintly heard:
"I'm in some sort of an old vault, partly underground.
It's below what used to be the office. There's a flight of
steps, but be careful, as they're rotten."
Eagerly they looked around Mr. Damon saw a door in one
corner of the office, and tried to open it. It was locked,
but a few blows from the sledge smashed it, and then some
steps were revealed.
Down these, using due caution, went Ned and the others,
and at the bottom they came upon another door. This was of
sheet iron and was fastened on the outside by a big padlock.


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