He and Tom were deep in an argument of gasoline motors, discussing the
best manner of attaching the fins to the cylinders to make them
air-cooled, when a voice sounded outside, the voice of Eradicate:
"Heah! Whar yo' goin'?" demanded the colored man. "Whar yo' goin'?"
"Somebody's out in the garden!" exclaimed Tom, jumping up suddenly.
"Perhaps it's the same person who took the plans!" suggested Mr. Swift.
"Hold on, dere!" yelled Eradicate again.
Then a voice replied:
"Bless my insurance policy! What's the matter? Have there been burglars
around? Why all these precautions? Bless my steam heater! Don't you know
me?"
"Mr. Damon!" cried Tom, a look of pleasure coming over his face. "Mr.
Damon is coming!"
"So I should judge," responded Mr. Swift, with a smile. "I wonder why
Eradicate didn't recognize him?"
They learned why a moment later, for on looking from the library window,
Tom saw the colored man coming up the walk behind a well-dressed
gentleman.
"Why, mah goodness! It's Mr. Damon!" exclaimed Eradicate.
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