"I'm going in!" whispered Tom.
"Will it be safe?" asked Mr. Damon.
"I don't care whether it will be or not. I've got to know what Andy is
doing. Come on! We'll take a chance!"
Cautiously they entered the enclosure. The big shed was dark, and stood
out conspicuously in the moonlight.
"There doesn't seem to be any one here," whispered Tom. "I wonder if we
could get a look in the window?"
"It's worth trying, anyhow," agreed Mr. Damon. "I'm with you, Tom."
They drew nearer to the shed. Suddenly Tom stepped on a stick, which
broke with a sharp report.
"Bless my spectacles!" cried Mr. Damon, half aloud.
There was silence for a moment, and then a voice cried out:
"Who's there? Hold on! Don't come any farther! It's dangerous!"
Tom and Mr. Damon stood still, and from behind the shed stepped Andy
Foger and a man.
"Oh! it's you, is it, Tom Swift?" exclaimed the red-haired bully. "I
thought you'd come sneaking around. Come on, Jake! We'll make them wish
they'd stayed home!" And Andy made a rush for Tom.
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