" The young inventor glanced
toward the wireless apparatus which had been set up in the tent. At that
moment there came the peculiar sound which indicated a message coming
through space, and down the receiving wires. "There's something now!"
exclaimed Tom, as he hurried over and clamped the telephone receiver to
his ear. He listened a moment.
"Good news!" he exclaimed. "Dad sat up a little to-day! I guess he's
going to get well!" and he clicked back congratulations to his father
and the others in Shopton.
Another day saw the Humming-Bird almost in shape again, and Tom was
preparing for a tryout of the engine.
Mr. Damon had gone over to the committee headquarters to consult with
Mr. Sharp about the steps necessary for Tom to take in case Andy did
attempt to enter a craft that infringed on the ideas of the young
inventor, and on his way back he saw a newly-erected tent. There was a
young man standing in the entrance, at the sight of whom the eccentric
man murmured:
"Bless my skate-strap! His face looks very familiar!"
The youth disappeared inside the tent suddenly, and, as Mr.
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