"I
certainly ought to do it soon, so as to be able to stop Andy if he's
infringing on my patents. Yet, I don't see how--"
His thoughts were interrupted by hearing a voice outside the shop,
exclaiming:
"Bless my toothpick! I know the way, Eradicate, my good fellow. It isn't
necessary for you to come. As long as Tom Swift is out there, I'll find
him. Bless my horizontal rudder! I'm anxious to see what progress he's
made. I'll find him, if he's about!"
"Yes, sah, he's right in dere," spoke the colored man. "He's workin' on
dat Dragon Fly of his." Eradicate did not always get his names right.
"Mr. Damon!" exclaimed Tom in delight, at the sound of his friend's
voice. "I believe he can help me get evidence against Andy Foger. I
wonder I didn't think of it before! The very thing! I'll do it!"
Chapter Eight
The Empty Shed
"Bless my dark-lantern! Where are you, Tom?" called Mr. Damon as he
entered the dim shed where the somewhat frail-appearing aeroplane loomed
up in the semi-darkness, for it was afternoon, and rather cloudy.
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