"Keep on
with your school work, and when the time comes I'll take you
into my shop."
"And maybe he'll make a tank that will rival yours, Tom,"
said Ned.
"Maybe he will! I hope he does. If he comes along fast
enough, he can help with something else I'm going to start
soon."
"Whats that?" asked Mr. Damon.
"Oh, it's something on the same order, designed to help
batter down the German lines," Tom answered. "I haven't
quite made up my mind what to call it yet. But let's get
home. I want to see that my tank is safe. The absence of the
plotters from the factory makes me suspicious."
On the way back Tom told more of the details of the
attack.
"But we'll forget about it all, now you're out," remarked
Ned.
"And the sooner we get home, the better,"
added Tom. "Can't you get a little more speed out of this
machine?" he asked.
"Well, it isn't the Hawk," replied Ned, "but we'll see
what we can do," and he made the runabout fairly fly.
Mrs. Baggert was the first to greet Tom as they arrived at
his home. She did not seem as surprised as either Tom, Ned
or Mr.
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