Jackson, while it left him in
the shadow, sprang toward them, the hatchet still in his hand.
"Look out, Tom!" cried Mr. Jackson.
"Out of my way!" shouted the man.
Bravely Tom stood his ground. He wished now that he had a club instead
of his revolver. The would-be vandal was almost upon him. Mr. Jackson
clubbed his rifle and swung it at the fellow. The latter dodged, and
came straight at Tom.
"Look out!" yelled the engineer again, but it was too late. There was
the sound of a blow, and Tom went down like a log. Then the place was in
darkness, and the sound of footsteps in rapid flight could be heard
outside the shed.
The intruder, after wounding the young inventor, had made his escape.
Chapter Twelve
Miss Nestor Calls
"What's de mattah? Shall I come in? Am anybody hurted?" yelled Eradicate
Sampson as he pounded on the rear door of the aeroplane shed. "Let me
in, Massa Tom!"
"All right! Wait a minute! I'm coming!" called Mr. Jackson. He tried to
peer through the darkness, to where a huddled heap indicated the
presence of Tom.
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