It was some days after this, and lacking about a week until the meet was
to open, when a peculiar thing happened. Tom had given his Humming-Bird
a tryout one day, and had then begun to make arrangements for taking it
apart and shipping it to Eagle Park. For he would not fly to the meet in
it, for fear of some accident. So big cases had been provided.
"I'll take it apart in the morning," decided Tom, as he went to his
room, after seeing to the burglar alarm, "and ship her off. Then Mr.
Damon and I will go there, set her up, and get ready to win the race."
Tom had opened all the windows in his room, for it was very warm. In
fact it was so warm that sleep was almost out of the question, and he
got up to sit near the windows in the hope of feeling a breeze.
There it was more comfortable, and he was just dozing off, and beginning
to think of getting back into bed, when he was aware of a peculiar sound
in the air overhead.
"I wonder if that's a heavy wind starting up?" he mused. "Good luck, if
it is! We need it.
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