In the meanwhile, Mr. Swift, if he did not improve any, at least held
his own. This the doctors said was a sign of hope, and, though Tom was
filled with anxiety, he tried to think that fate would be kind to him,
and that his father would recover. Dr. Hendrix left, saying there was
nothing more he could do, and that the rest depended on the local
physicians, and on the nurse.
"Und ve vill do our duty!" ponderously exclaimed Dr. Kurtz. "You go off
to dot bird race, Dom, und doan't vorry. Ve vill send der with-out-vire
messages to you venever dere is anyt'ing to report. Go mit a light
heart!"
How Tom wished he could, but it was out of the question. The last of the
parts of the Humming-Bird had been sent away, and our hero forwarded a
telegram to Mr. Sharp, of the arrangement committee, stating that he and
Mr. Damon would soon follow. Then, having bidden his father a fond
farewell, and after arranging with Mr. Jackson to send frequent wireless
messages, Tom and the eccentric man left for the meet.
There was a wireless station at Eagle Park, and Tom had planned to
receive the messages from home there until he could set up his own
plant.
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