So they turned in at the hotel
and got what little rest they could in their anxious state
of minds.
Tom tried to be cheerful and to look for the best, but it
was hard work. The tank was his pet invention, and,
moreover, that her secrets should fall into the hands of the
enemy and be used for Germany and against the United States
eventually, made the young inventor feel that everything
was going wrong.
The rain kept up all night, and this would make it
correspondingly hard for them to pick up the trail in the
morning.
"The only thing we can do is to make inquiries," decided
Tom. "Fortunately, the tank can't easily be hidden."
They started off after an early breakfast. The roads were
so muddy and wet that traveling was difficult and dangerous
for the automobile, and they were disappointed in finding no
one who had seen or heard the tank pass up to a point not
far from the hotel where they had stayed overnight. From
then on the big machine seemed to have disappeared.
"I know what they've done," Tom said, when noon came and
they had found no trace of the ponderous war machine.
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