Oh! I wish I had hold of that man!"
And Miss Nestor clenched her two pretty little hands and set her white,
even teeth grimly together, as though she would do most desperate things
indeed.
"I wish you did, too!" exclaimed Tom. "That is, so you could hold him
until I had a chance at him. But I'm all right now. It was very good of
you to call. How are you, and how are your folks?"
"Very well. But I came to hear about you. Tell me," and she looked
anxiously at Tom, while Mrs. Baggert discreetly withdrew to the
adjoining room, and made a great noise, rattling papers and moving
chairs about.
Thereupon Tom told what had happened, while Mary Nestor listened
interestedly and with expressions of fear at times.
"But if Andy had anything to do with it," concluded Tom, "I can't
understand what his object is. Andy is acting very strangely lately. We
can't locate him, nor find out where he is building his airship. That's
what I want to know; but Mr. Damon and I, after a lot of trouble, only
found his aeroplane shed empty.
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