So I wrote it, and after
several trials I managed to toss it out of the window. Then
I just had to wait, and that was the hardest of all. The
last twelve hours I've been without food, and I haven't
heard any one around, so I guess they've skipped out and
don't intend to come back."
"We didn't see any one," Ned reported. "Maybe they became
frightened, Tom."
"I wish I could think that," was the answer. "What is more
likely to be the case is that they're up to some new tricks.
I must get back home quickly."
And after a stop had been made at a farmhouse belonging to
a business acquaintance of Ned's, where Tom was able to wash
and get a cup of hot tea, which added to his recuperative
powers, the young inventor, with Ned and Mr. Damon, set out
for Shopton.
Before Mr. Kimball started for his home, renewed thanks
had been made to the farmer and his son for the part they
had played in the rescue, and the young inventor, learning
that the boy had a liking for things mechanical, promised to
aid him in his intention to become a machinist.
"But first get a good education," Tom advised.
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