For a
pencil I used burnt matches. Oh, but I'm glad to be out!"
and he breathed deep of the fresh air.
"How did you get in there?" asked Ned wonderingly.
"Those fellows--of course. The German plotters, I'm going
to call them, for I believe that Blakeson and his gang--though
I didn't see him--are really working in the interests
of Germany to get the secret of my tank."
"Well, they haven't got her yet," said Ned, "and they're
not likely to now. Go on, Tom, if you feel able tell us in a
few words what happened. We've been trying to think, but
can't."
"Well, it all happened because I didn't think enough,"
said Tom, who was rapidly recovering his strength and nerve.
"When I got that message that seemed to come from you, Ned,
I should have known better than to take a chance. But it
seemed genuine, and as I had no reason to suspect a trap, I
started off at once. I thought maybe Kanker had repented and
was going to make amends for all the trouble he caused.
"Anyhow, I started off in my machine, and I hadn't got
more than to the crossroads when I saw a fellow out
tinkering with his auto.
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