Gladby of Mr. Jackson, as
he prepared to leave.
"Not the slightest. It was no one Tom or I had ever seen before. But
whoever it was, he intended to destroy the Humming-Bird, that was
evident!"
"The scoundrel! I'm glad you foiled him in time; but it's too bad about
Tom. However, we'll soon have him all right again."
"I knows who done it!" broke in Eradicate, who was a sort of privileged
character about the Swift home.
"Who?" asked Mr. Jackson.
"It were dat Andy Foger. Leastways, he send dat man heah t' make
mincemeat oh de Hummin'-Bird. I's positib 'bout dat, so I am!" And
Eradicate grinned triumphantly.
"Well, perhaps Andy did have a hand in it," admitted Mr. Swift, but we
have no proof of it, I can't see what his object would be in wanting to
destroy Tom's new craft."
"Pure meanness. Afraid that Tom will beat him in the race," suggested
Mr. Jackson.
"It's too big a risk to take," went on the aged inventor. "I'm inclined
to think it might be one of the gang of men who made the diamonds in the
cave in the mountains.
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