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Appleton, Victor [pseud.]

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


"Are you sure the tank's all right?" he asked Ned again.
"That has been worrying me more than my own condition. I
could think of only one reason why they got me here and held
me prisoner, and that was to get me out of the way while
they captured my tank. Then they haven't got her?" he asked
eagerly.
"Not a look at her," Ned answered. "She was safe in the
shop when we set out this morning."
"And now it's late afternoon," murmured Tom. "Well, I hope
nothing has happened since," and there was vague alarm in
his voice, an alarm at which Ned and Mr. Damon wondered.
"Couldn't you stop at some farmhouse and get fixed up a
little?" asked Mr. Kimball, the farmer who had brought the
note to Ned and Mr. Damon.
"I need to get fixed up somewhere," replied Tom, with a
rueful look at himself--his hands, his torn clothes, and his
general dilapidated appearance. "But I don't want to lose
any time. I'm afraid something has happened at home, Ned."
"Nonsense! How could there, with Koka on guard, to say
nothing of Eradicate!"
"Well, maybe you're right," agreed Tom; "but I'll feel
better when I see my tank in her shed.


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